Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 742(@200wpm)___ 594(@250wpm)___ 495(@300wpm)
Screw commonsense.
If I had any brain cells, I would’ve run from this man back at the bar in Paris.
If I’d listened to the Vedic astrologer, I might never have stumbled into Henri’s orbit.
He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his.
“You are the same. You are one. You are destined to destroy each other.”
Pinpricks of bruised agony blazed down my front.
A whimper of discomfort even as bliss coiled and spindled in my lower belly.
I couldn’t see him.
The lack of sight only made our kiss that much richer, that much deeper, that much more terrifying.
Our tongues spoke for us, silently feeding each other our truths.
Our lips made promises, weaving our faults into one.
“This match will not last. The intensity will destroy both of you. You will both burn.”
His every thrust forced me to gyrate and arch over him, riding him harder, faster, rushing toward the finish line that blazed like a comet in the dark.
“You will both burn.”
Too late.
Too late.
I was alight.
Burning.
“You are destined to destroy each other.”
With a moan, I broke our kiss and sat upright.
Henri didn’t let me get far.
Chasing me, catching me, he wrapped his vicious arms around me and did something I never expected.
He hugged me.
Violently, wickedly.
He crushed me with pain and possession and pleasure.
Binding me to him, he found my lips again, and when he kissed me…the world ended.
He licked me. Fucked me. Suffocated me.
He squeezed me to him as if intent on breaking all my ribs with his depraved embrace.
His arms screamed danger. His thrusts delivered bliss. His kiss utterly destroyed me.
I trembled as he invaded my body with dominance and delirium.
And…something happened.
My mind went achingly quiet. All premonitions and warnings blanked out.
Nothing else mattered but us.
Together.
As one.
That strange kind of meditative quality from our last kiss cloaked my mind all over again. Like falling stars. Like breaking dawn. Like the best kind of sleep and dream and fantasy.
I descended into it.
I relaxed as everything became gossamer and gauzy while somehow becoming intensely carnal. Exquisite eroticism feathered out from where we were joined, seeping into my veins, and flowing through my bloodstream like pure light.
Each thrust echoed with miniature earthquakes in my bones.
Aftershocks rippled again and again in my heart.
The longer he plunged inside me, the deeper the sensations became.
I lost track of where I ended, and he started. Our breathing synced, panting and wild directly into each other’s lungs.
In a rush of tingling, shimmering pleasure, my physical form dropped away, and I swore our souls weaved together.
I felt him.
All of him.
The dark spots of his childhood. The black shadows of his present. Our energies coiled and knotted, binding us together as our pace increased and his hug tightened, and I spiralled up and up and touched that blinding supernova where all rapture manifested.
I cried out as he took me so hard, so completely.
I sucked on his bottom lip as I begged him to come.
But…as wonderous and as euphoric as this moment was…I couldn’t trip over that final edge. A barrier prevented me. The final hurdle before flying free.
“Come,” he growled. “I can’t last much longer.”
God, yes please.
I wanted to.
So, so badly.
“I-I can’t…”
Was it the pain my body suffered? The drugs in my system? The strange tantric magic I’d somehow stumbled into for the second time?
All three of those things ought to push me screaming into heaven.
Yet…
Not enough.
Not enough!
I impaled myself on him.
He grunted as he thickened inside me.
“More,” I moaned. “I need more.”
“Don’t tell me that.” He kissed me like a feral beast, teeth clacking, tongues knotting. “You should stop me. Fight me off…don’t fucking encourage me.”
He yanked me harder against his chest and sank his teeth into the side of my neck.
Sharp. Monstrous.
I almost came.
Almost.
He licked away the sting, stopping me from soaring into the stars.
I wanted his teeth. Needed those pinpricks of pain.
“Again. Bite me again.”
“What?” His pace stuttered.
“Hurt me.”
His eyes flashed in the darkness, full of silver fury. “No.”
Temper made me sharp. “You made me this way, and now you’re denying me?”
He couldn’t reply.
“Do it.” Leaning forward, I pressed my throat to his mouth. “Bite me. Mark me.”
He moaned as if I’d torn out yet another vital piece of him.
The hot puff of his breath. The promise of his teeth.
“Please…” I arched again, offering myself up, begging him to take the bait.
His heart pounded against mine. A drumbeat full of tribal war.
“You’ve killed me twice tonight,” he breathed just before he pounced.
“You are destined to destroy each other.”
I gasped as his teeth sank into my throat.
The pressure of his bite.
The puncture of his incisors.
I screamed.
Not in pain.
But in ecstasy.
His hips pistoned up, bouncing me on his lap as he hugged me and fucked me, bit me and loved me.
I tumbled into that blinding light.
My body detonated with a million blazing shards. Rippling with ecstatic waves, I became one with life and loss and love.