Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I can hear all your thoughts, Shay. The ones you don’t think I can hear, those too.”
“I know.” I didn’t care. I was starting to not care about a lot of things. And I moved, closing the distance between our bodies. It had been a small opening, but it was gone now. Our bodies were fused together with only our clothes as a barrier. I wanted his shirt gone. Reacting to my thought, my hand slid up under his shirt, lifting it as I explored his chest. I was becoming lost in the feel of him.
“Shay,” he murmured, his voice almost a groan next to my ear.
I didn’t answer. I pushed his shirt the rest of the way up, pressing my lips to his naked skin now. I was becoming intoxicated, just from this touch, from not caring, from not holding back. I wasn’t holding back anymore. I wanted him. I think I had always wanted him.
He caught the back of my neck. “Shay.”
“Shut up,” I growled, lifting my face. My lips were waiting for his, and I opened my eyes. He was staring down at me, torn. I saw the temptation there and feeling braver than I ever had before, my hand fell to his jeans. My fingers slid inside, touching his skin, and my thumb rested over the first button of his pants.
An animal-like growl came from him, and he snatched me up in his arms. I was shoved against a nearby tree, but I didn’t feel the bark. I didn’t feel how rough the tree was. All I was feeling was Kellan, his mouth on mine. His hands were on my hips, holding me up as my legs wound around his waist. I opened his pants and slid my hand inside. I was addicted to him. That was the only explanation for my behavior. I was past caring. I just needed him—then his hands were between my legs, and he slid a finger inside.
I stilled, savoring that sensation, and he began to move. In and out. He went deep, then pulled back out, only to go once more inside.
This was natural.
This was how we were supposed to be, except I wanted him, all of him inside me.
“Kellan,” I gasped against his mouth.
Desire and pleasure pulsed through me. I felt his darkness cover us, and I even wanted more of that. He protected me. He killed for me. He would do anything for me. The messenger in me was quiet. Kellan pulled his mouth from mine. He rasped near my ear, “She’s gone. She’s letting us have this moment.”
In.
Out.
I needed more.
“Kellan,” I started to whimper. Wave after wave was crashing down on me, nearing me to climax, but I wasn’t ready. Still. I couldn’t do anything. Kellan held me in place. I couldn’t move my hips in response to him. He held me firm. I could only be there and endure what he was doing to my body.
“Shay,” he growled again, letting me fall to the ground. He caught me and laid me down gently, then bent over me.
The night cold should’ve covered me, but it didn’t. Kellan’s darkness was warming both of us, and he had woven a spell over us, and then I felt his lips replace his fingers. My back arched, and I let out a guttural scream. I grabbed his head, but he caught my hands and pinned both down beside me. His tongue began moving, licking, slipping inside. I was helpless again. All I could do was lay there, panting, trying not to scream as he made me come.
“Kellan,” I was begging. “Please.”
I couldn’t take much more.
He was relentless. I wanted him, not his mouth, not his fingers. I wanted him, and I wanted to touch him back. I was brazen now. I just wanted him. I wanted to give him pleasure, too.
After coming a third time, my body was exhausted and satiated. I was panting, and Kellan lay on top of me, smirking down at me.
I raked my fingers through his hair, grabbing ahold of him. “What did you just do to me?”
His eyes darkened. The smirk vanished, and he lowered his lips to mine. A soft kiss there. He whispered, “I made you mine.”
A delicious shiver.
Goose bumps broke out over my skin, but all I could do was shake my head, my lips to his, and I murmured, “God. You’re mine.”
“Not God. Just me.” Then he took control of the kiss again, and he started his sensual assault on me all over again.
Hands linked, we were walking back when suddenly Kellan stopped.
“Kellan?”
“We aren’t alone.”
I tried to sense out, feeling who was there, and he was right. A presence was waiting for us, just a few yards before the walking path opened back to the house’s lawns.
“It’s Damien.”
I tightened my hand over his, but Kellan pulled loose and strode forward. “Are you waiting for someone else, messenger?”