Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I clench my ass around his dick. I want him to feel as much pleasure as he can. I want to hear him moan against my neck, bite me, squeeze me, come inside me so I feel we’re one. I use his strong body as leverage when I pull him lower and wrap my legs around him, feet on his gorgeous ass.
His gaze cuts into me like a knife into butter as he slides in, until his pubes hit my buttocks. He’s braced above me, panting through his teeth as if he can’t handle the pleasure of being inside me. The red lamps color his skin, the trees planted around us, even the rain rolling over the glass roof as he stiffens, stretches, and then flexes, making a sharp jab with his hips.
“I was always meant to have you like this. You were mine from the moment I pulled you from that river,” Kyran rasps, wrapping me in his arms as his stomach works to rock that thick tool inside me.
He’s right. I’ve lived my life dealing with mediocre men, when all this time I was meant for Kyran.
He fucks me almost too hard, but I love that edge of pain and moan out my desire. My own dick is stiff and leaking pre-cum, as he makes me his plaything. My legs are spread wide for him, and I just can’t get enough of it.
“Yours. Always yours,” I mumble incoherently, as he fucks my hole as if he wants to mark it as his.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s working.
All I can think of is the need to be his pliant Dark Companion. To give him my body the same way I offer him my shadow whenever he wishes to use it. He wants me before breakfast? Middle of the night? In the bath? In the damn throne room, on my knees? He can have me.
I’m obsessed with him. And the whole world can get lost as long as I have him between my legs. In my arms. In my mouth.
I dream of his hot cum drying on my skin and his beautiful hands squeezing my flesh. I want him to see only me and want only me. Forever.
“Oh, yes, darling… You feel amazing,” he whispers, and that alone pushes me to the edge.
Kyran’s features twitch, and he speeds up, fucking me as if he’s trying to rival the pace of a machine gun. I arch off the mossy altar, tugging on my cock as my insides radiate hot sweetness. And then, under the Blood Moon, Kyran lets out a roar of triumph and comes inside me.
I moan with every thrust he still makes, creaming my needy hole. “That’s it, I want every drop inside me,” I utter breathlessly as I jerk off with his thick, throbbing dick buried deep inside me.
“I will give you as much as you want. I won’t ever let you go,” Kyran whispers, holding my gaze as he trembles, filling me with the heat of his desire. “These are mine to play with too.”
When he pinches my nipple and pulls on it, I come so hard I don’t care if my moans bring the guards in here. I’m pumped out, leaving jets of cum all over his stomach, and my mind could as well be the moss I’m sitting on, because I can’t think. My husband looks like a dream come to life with his long black hair hanging to the sides of his flushed face.
I’m so completely in love with him.
We're married, we're shadowbound, and no one can take that away from us.
Our breaths grow more languid, our skin cools, but I’m not ready to let him go yet and play with his hair as he rests his weight on top of me, happy and sated, the collar keeping him from using his full potential forgotten.
I don’t know what tomorrow has in store for us, but as I kiss Kyran’s cheek, so very thankful that he saved me from myself all those years ago, I know we will survive if we face the unknown together.
Chapter 44
Kyran
The tremor traveling from the floor all the way to my hip is yet another reminder of the impending danger, which my good-for-nothing brother ignored for far too long. But my personal safety and Luke’s rests on even shakier foundations than the coast’s current defenses against Heartbreak. Sabine is heavily pregnant and in no shape to fight, and Tristan has long given up his rights to the throne, which leaves me in a perilous position.
If I’m not allowed to compete for the title and it goes to one of the Goldweeds, we’re both as good as dead. And while I wish I could be certain of victory in the event of fair combat, my fight against Vinia proved that deception and cunning are in Goldweed nature. I learned my lesson and will never be sure of anything until fate makes its judgment.