Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
But I never knew what that left. Now, this whole new world is open in front of me. I know where I belong now…but I still don't know exactly what I am. Valkyrie? Fae? Something else? Can I age? Die?
Malachi's lips brush mine again, his arms tight around me. "You are Valkyrie. You are Fae." His tongue touches my bottom lip, sending sparks of heat weaving through me. "You are Marion. And you are mine, ljúfr. My mate. My beloved. My soul."
"Malachi," I whimper, pressing myself up against his chest as tears well in my eyes. I like his answer. I'm all of those things, stitched together from the fabric of scattered realms and shattered destinies, held together by the conviction of his belief in me. And that…that's enough. With his arms around me, it's more than enough.
"Make love to me," I plead, slipping my hand beneath the steel and leather keeping his skin from mine. "Make me yours one more time before we do what we must, Malachi."
"Ja," he breathes, boosting me up into his arms. "As many times as you wish, Valkyrie."
Our tongues tangle together as he lays me out on the bed, his eyes glowing with the promise of pleasure. His hands rake up my sides, tugging my t-shirt up and over my head before he tosses it aside.
I shiver when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and panties. With a single fluid motion, he strips them off, leaving me bare before him.
"Beautiful," he rumbles, dragging his gaze over my body, his eyes full of reverence. "A goddess made flesh."
I flush at his praise, almost certain if there's a deity here, it's him. He's so ferociously beautiful it hurts to look at him, every inch of him perfectly, fiercely crafted.
He makes quick work of his own clothes, unbuckling leather and steel until he stands before me, proudly—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, thick, strong thighs, and acres of glowing umber skin. His cock juts out heavy and hard, the tip already glistening with the proof of his desire.
I reach for him, aching to feel his skin against mine, but he captures my hands before I can touch him, pressing a kiss to each palm before setting them on the pillow beside my head.
"Let me worship you, ljúfr," he murmurs when I meet his gaze. "Let me show you how precious you are."
I nod breathlessly, completely under his spell.
He groans his approval before dipping his head, capturing one hard nipple between his lips.
I cry out at the sensation, clutching at his braids to hold him close. His tongue swirls and flicks, sending jolts of pleasure racing through me.
Determined to taste every inch of me beneath his lips, he kisses a fiery trail down the valley between my breasts, over my quivering stomach, and then lower, settling between my thighs.
His pupils dilate, his nostrils flaring as he spreads me wide, his eyes locked on my center. "Faen, you're dripping for me already, aren't you, ljúfr?"
"Yes," I gasp, unashamed of the depth of my desire for this Fae. He is my safety in this world, my comfort…my home. And he sets me ablaze like nothing ever has before, lighting me up like the surface of the sun. A single kiss from his lips, a single touch of his hands, and I'm on fire, desperate to burn.
His breath ghosts across my sensitive flesh as he leans in, inhaling my scent. "Ambrosia," he rumbles before swiping his tongue through my slick folds, lapping up my juices like a man starved.
My back arches off the bed as pleasure rockets through me, my fingers tightening around his hair. "Malachi!"
He groans against my sex, the vibrations making me writhe and moan. He grips my thighs, spreading me wider for his ravenous mouth. His tongue delves deep, wreaking havoc on my body.
"You taste divine," he rasps, his voice thick and gritty. "Like honeyed mead." He seals his lips around my aching clit and sucks hard, making stars burst behind my eyes.
"Oh god, yes!" I cry out, rocking my hips against his face, chasing the exquisite sensations. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my core as he works me over with lips, teeth, and tongue, implacable in his desire to splinter me apart.
He releases my clit with a wet pop before thrusting his tongue inside me, fucking me with deep, sensual strokes. His nose bumps my clit with each plunge, sending me hurtling toward the edge.
"I could feast on your sweet cunt for eternity and never grow tired, Valkyrie," he growls. "I love the way you taste, the way you feel. The sounds you make as I unravel you."
He's doing it now—unraveling me. Word by word, piece by piece, he's plucking me apart at the seams, reforming me in some new order, some new way. He's making me…his.