Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 235897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1179(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 786(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 235897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1179(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 786(@300wpm)
“Mine,” I counter, tightening my grip in his hair.
He laughs into my neck, the sound low and intoxicating as his hand crosses over the juncture of my thighs, then grabs hold of my hip and tugs.
My fingers slip from his hair, and the room spins before my back hits the center of the bed. Then he’s all I see, rising above me with a wicked smile in nothing but loose sleeping pants, sliding his hard thigh between mine. “Yours,” he says like a promise, and my breath catches at the intensity in his eyes.
Gods, it feels like my chest is going to crack open when he looks at me like that.
“I love you so much it hurts.” I slide my hands down the warm, bare skin of his chest, my fingertips ghosting the scar over his heart and down to the rigid lines of his stomach.
He draws a sharp breath through his teeth. “Good, because that’s exactly how I love you, too.” His thigh moves between mine with exquisite friction, and then he’s all over me, erasing every one of my thoughts except how I can get him closer.
His hands stroke every curve, and his mouth caresses every inch of skin down to my neckline. Need races through my veins like flame, igniting every nerve ending, then flaring bright as his teeth graze the tip of my breast through the fabric of my nightdress.
I whimper and lace my fingers behind his neck. Holy shit do I need this man.
“That’s one of my favorite sounds.” His words wrap around my mind as his hand glides up my thigh, slipping under my nightdress to toy with the line of my underwear, and I fucking melt. “Second only to those little gasps you make in the moments before you come.”
His knuckles brush over my clit through the infuriating layer of fabric between us, and my hips rock as his mouth moves to my other breast. There are too many damned clothes between us.
He lifts his head to watch me as his fingers dip beneath the barrier of my underwear. Then he’s right there, stroking and teasing, slipping over my clit, and finally, thank-fucking-gods, giving me the exact pressure I need.
“Xaden,” I moan, and my head thrashes on the pillow as power whips through me, racing down every bone, every vein, every inch of my skin.
“Changed my mind.” He slides two fingers inside me. “That’s my favorite sound.” His fingers stroke deep, then curl upward as he withdraws just enough.
My breath hitches, and a corner of his mouth rises into a smirk that has my walls clenching around his talented fingers. Power hums, spiraling into a tight coil within me, and my hands slip to clutch his shoulders, pressing into his rebellion relic.
“How do you want me to take you, Violet?” His brow furrows as he adds his thumb against my clit, and the energy gathering within me vibrates. “Here on your back with me above you? Before me on your hands and knees with your ass in the air? Against the wall so I can drive harder? Astride so you can control the pace? Tell me.”
Control? That’s only an illusion when it comes to being with him. The second he touches me, I’m his to do with however he wants.
“All of it.” I’m on fire in the sweetest way possible, and his words fan the flames. I don’t care how he gets inside me, I only care that it’s right. Fucking. Now.
His eyes flare. “I can feel it. I can feel you.” He stares for a second longer, then lowers his head to mine, hovering an inch or two above my lips, and quickens the pace of his fingers, winding me so tight I know the only way I’ll survive it is to shatter. “Bright and hot and fucking perfect.”
And I want all of him, his cock, not just his fingers. I can feel just how hard he is against my thigh, and I need him moving within me, with me, unraveling, wild and unhinged. I just can’t find those words, not when he’s set on making me speechless.
I grasp for the shimmering onyx that connects our minds and pour my pure, acute need into it as my breath comes faster and faster.
“Violet,” he groans, and lines etch between his brow as his jaw flexes, as if he’s holding himself back.
Why would he be fighting this? Fighting us? I’m his, but he’s mine, too. Doesn’t he remember how good we are together? Holding the bond with a viselike grip, I recall the armoire cracking against my back, the sublime feel of him pounding into me, hard and so damned deep, both of us lost in the other, breathing the same heated air, living for nothing but the peak of the next thrust.
The power coiled within me starts to burn, flushing my skin and threatening to incinerate everything I am if I don’t let it go. Gods, how it would feel to have that soft brush of his shadows all over my skin, enveloping me with a thousand caresses as he—