Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“You are in pain. I can make it go away. Are you ready to take me?”
I wince as another wave of heat rolls through me. I nod my head, wanting it to stop. Bradan leans in and takes my lips.
His kiss is as hungry as it was earlier, if not more so. I return it with just as much want. He deepens the kiss and cups my face, leaning into me as I fall back.
I’m startled when I go from leaning back thinking I’ll fall onto the floor, but land on the bed with him on top of me. Having him nestled between my legs feels so right. His heat I can bear when he’s close like this.
“Gods, you’re perfect. They have definitely blessed me,” he growls as he moves his lips to my neck and starts a trail of kisses there.
I start to become nervous as he moves lower to my breasts. However, he cups them and loves on them as if they’re perfect to him. He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he rolls the other between his fingers.
His hot mouth is driving me crazy. I need so much more. Seeming to read my mind, he abandons my mounds to move lower still. I cover my face, thankful that I’ve been waxing down there for about a year now. Loving the way it looks and feels, even if I’m the only one to see and feel it.
Well, I had been the only one to see it. Now, Bradan has his face all in it. I cry out and bow off the bed. Reaching for the pillow, I grab hold of it and clench it tightly. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back.
His hums of pleasure only add to the amazing sensations he’s sending through my body. I forget all about saving myself. After all, my body and heart are telling me I’ll never want another in my life.
“Bradan,” I cry as he shoves his tongue into me.
I tighten my legs around his head as they begin to shake. This feels so fucking good. I come hard, but he doesn’t stop. I move my hands into his hair and hold on tight as I lift my hips and begin to rock against his face this time.
As if knowing I’m becoming weak as another orgasm coils within me, he locks my legs over his shoulders with his palms and dives in deeper. It’s all so overwhelming.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream as he begins to rub me, finger me and eat me at the same time, causing me to squirt everywhere.
Bradan lifts his head and grins at me. His beard is soaked in my juices. He pulls a hand down his face, then leans in to take my lips in another searing kiss.
I cup his face as I enjoy the taste of my essence on his lips. That flavor of his hits my senses once again and I’m intoxicated by it. So much so, I’m taken by surprise when he pushes into me. I cry out and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he stills.
“The heavens don’t have a place that feels as good as you do,” he groans into my ear. I shiver from the sound of his voice and the feel of him pulsing inside me.
“Bradan, I need—”
“I’ve got everything you need,” he says as he begins to pound into me.
All I can do is hold on as he works his hips and fucks the shit out of me. My screams and cries drown out the music still playing in the background.
Oh, I have played with fire and I will feel this burn in the morning. However, I can’t say I have it in me to care. I lock my legs around his waist and savor the way he’s making me feel.
“Fuck, Bray. Shit, you feel so good,” I whimper.
“Baby girl, I have never felt anything like this,” he growls. Then he places his forehead to mine. “Are you ready to seal the bond?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan.
“That’s my girl. Repeat after me.”
I look up at him and give him a nod. I’m ready. I don’t know what all I’m walking into, but it feels right. Something in my heart is telling me this man, this being, is safe. I’m supposed to be here with him.
“I, Bradan, Second-born son of Tanrı, bond my heart, body, mind, and soul to you, Taylor Ann Ducato. My fire is your fire. My essence is your essence. I am your mate and you are mine.”
“I, Taylor Ann Ducato, bond my heart, body, mind, and soul to you, Bradan, second-born son of Tanrı. My fire is your fire. My essence is your essence. I am your mate and you are mine.”
He closes his eyes and groans. It’s almost as if I’m watching his skin glow as he does. When he opens his eyes and looks down at me, I can see the flames within them.