Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
His fingers are a bruising grip on my hips, pulling me closer to him. There's no hesitation in his actions as he surrenders to the need coursing through him. With a swift movement, he lifts me into his arms, dragging me down onto the bed beneath him.
He hovers over me, watching me like a predator stalking his prey. I feel no fear though. Instead, anticipation steals my breath. I want this Fae all over me. God, yes.
"I need you," he whispers, eyes dark with raw emotion. "I need every part of you." His lips descend on mine again, his hands rough and unyielding as he wraps them in my shirt. The sound of tearing fabric is loud in the room as my shirt rips down the middle.
I cry out, my core clenching. God, he's beautiful. So fierce. So wild.
"You like me like this," he says as if only now realizing it.
"Yes."
The lazy grin that overtakes his face might kill me. The rest of my clothes don't stand a chance beneath his onslaught. He tears them from my body as if they're nothing, his hands rough and wicked against my skin.
His tongue seeks mine in a fervent dance. The taste of him—all wild and intoxicating—sends waves of delicious shivers through me.
He pulls away to trail kisses down my throat, leaving me gasping for air. He's everywhere all at once—his mouth on my skin, his fingers sliding up my thigh. There's nothing gentle about this moment between us, it's raw energy and primal need.
I throw my head back, shouting his name as he thrusts two fingers into me, fucking me with them. His thumb rolls over my clit. He's ruthless, forcing me up the cliff and then throwing me over the edge into an orgasm.
He doesn't let me come down from the high before starting the ascent all over again. I cry out, trying to fight it, but he refuses to let me.
"Nei." His guttural growl rolls over me. "Don't fight me, solsken. You wanted me wild. You have me. Now, give me what I want."
My body responds to his every touch, consumed by him. He curls his fingers up, stroking against my G-Spot.
I shatter like glass, shouting. Drowning. Ah, God.
But he still isn't finished with me.
He forces me up the cliff with relentless determination, leaving me dangling on the edge. This time, he buries his face between my thighs, sending me over with his wicked tongue. I moan and writhe beneath him, surrendering completely to the ecstasy crashing through my veins.
Gently, then with a force I hadn't anticipated, he thrusts into me—hard and fast. There's no pause to adjust or catch our breath. He simply begins to move, raging inside me like a storm. Each thrust sends us wheeling further into the sea of pleasure threatening to drown us.
"Kyron," I moan softly, my fingers tangled in his hair. "Kyron, I love you."
His growl vibrates against my throat, his own pleasure clear. He drinks in my surrender, my submission. My name is a feral shout on his lips. I feel the reverberation of his voice in my bones.
I wind my legs around his waist pulling him closer. His hard length drives into me, filling me up in the best way possible. Each thrust slams into me with an intensity that leaves me gasping for air, and each retreat drags out a moan from somewhere deep in my chest.
His free hand goes to my throat, gripping it tight—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to let me know I belong to him. He sucks on my nipples, licking and biting, lost in a storm of ecstasy so intense, I'm not sure either of us will ever be the same again.
I don't fight the orgasm this time. I fall into it, his name erupting from my lips in a powerful cry of surrender, of completion. Again and again, he throws me over the edge, forcing one orgasm after another from me. He won't stop, not until I'm sobbing beneath him, every thrust sending me catapulting over the edge into rapture. His name bursts from my lips is broken cracks of sound. My body is on fire for him, burning, aching, throbbing. He's claimed every inch, branding it with his lips and tongue and teeth, his rough possession fierce and wild.
"Kyron," I whisper. "Kyron."
Again and again, I say his name, reminding him of who I belong to. If his soul is mine, claimed the moment I cracked open the door between our souls, then mine is his too, claimed long before that moment. I remind him of that now, as another shattering orgasm rips me apart, unmaking me.
"I'm yours!" I scream, my voice breaking as tears of ecstasy roll down my cheeks. "I'm yours. I'm yours."
He roars, his knot slamming into me, locking us together. We come together, shouting, clawing, gasping. Tangled so tightly together, I don't know where he ends, and I begin.