Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
“Maybe I did. Maybe I’m burning for you,” I whisper, nuzzling at his flesh.
Sylvan gasps when I suck in his skin. “Oh! I can feel that,” he murmurs and slides higher up my thighs, until his cock presses against mine.
It’s almost too much, and I grab his ass with a low growl. He’s so soft, so smooth, so warm in my embrace. I want to be inside him so badly, and not even the Sunwolf can take this moment from us.
Hugging him is like sinking into a land of impossible dreams where pain or sorrow don’t exist. I want to forget reality for a bit longer. I can’t keep him forever, but as our blood grows hotter, I know we’ll be left with memories to last a lifetime.
I want to connect. Be inside and outside him. To brand this moment on the backs of his eyelids, so he can never forget me. I hope he can love me even when I’m gone. Selfish, I know, but I won’t get much more time, and I need this.
My middle finger rolls up and down his opening, exploring the wrinkled skin. He shivers, and his perfect moans caress my ear, sending sweet sensations down my back.
“I want to feel you inside me,” he whispers, offering me the little bottle we used to open the vault door.
I nod, rubbing his cheek with my stubble. “Of course you do. My needy treasure. My sweet boy.”
The old me would have called out my own words as pure cheese, but I mean each one, and if we are to part, I need him to know how much he matters. How very grateful I am for his love. How it’s changed me, and gave my life the meaning I was searching for.
I get up, taking him with me, and moments later he’s stretched on the tiled floor, with his hips on the very edge of the pool. Blinking, he reaches for me, and I rub my face against his beautiful chest. The scars left behind by the failed attempt to remove his collar are still there, purple dots like a new constellation made for him only. I kiss each one as he cradles me between his legs, as if there’s no rush.
“Hawk… I… I never met anyone like you. I would have been proud to introduce you at court as my Dark Companion.” Sylvan’s voice is filled with emotion when his slender body arches under my touch.
It hurts to know that we’re at the end of our journey, but I’ve always sought my fortune wherever I could. It no longer matters. All I want is to be with him for a few moments longer, so I kiss his chest and stomach as I take some of the oil onto my hand. The white-hot noise that feels more primal than my usual desire for Sylvan prickles at the back of my neck. I ignore it and tease him, circling his hole with my slick fingertip.
“Just... be with me now. The future doesn’t matter,” I whisper and push the digit in.
A sudden tug on my heart makes me still, but Sylvan smiles, raising his hips as he rides my hand. “Feel that? We still have our bond.”
I still for half a second and let myself experience it fully—the magical connection that links my soul to his. His heartbeat quickens, and so does mine as they dance together like two butterflies.
Tears sting my eyes when I think about being apart—maybe for good—but I would do anything for him, and what he needs is for me to let him go. But not yet. I want to keep him for a bit longer. To make my mark and keep his scent in my memory.
There are no words to describe the depths of my feelings for him. Maybe the English language is simply not good enough to provide them?
My cock throbs as I rut against his thigh, fingering his tight hole. I want this to go on forever, so that we never have to part, but the beast in me demands satisfaction, and I enter Sylvan in a single thrust, following the sweetest of moans.
His cries resonate under the vaulted ceiling, and he reaches for me, lost without my kisses. I suck the tender flesh of his neck, leaving marks that will stay with him that little bit longer, and he holds me close, as if he too longs for our bodies to become one, so we never need to part.
The heat inside me grows, gripping my mind with its red-hot claws, and as we move together, the call of the beast becomes near impossible to silence. Our skin sparks where we’re connected. When I catch the smoky whiff of his shadow, my hands find his hips, and I hold him in place, thrusting into his delicious heat over and over.