Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
His fingers hook into the waistband of my pajama shorts, his lips trailing down my chest to my stomach. I squirm beneath him, releasing his hair to place my hand over the biggest part of my stomach.
His eyes flash to mine. "Don't try to hide from me, Kara," he growls, gently prying my hand away. "I want to worship every inch of you."
"I…I…" I squirm again. "Every inch of me isn't beautiful, Stephan."
His eyes practically glow, so much emotion in them that I can't read it. "Whoever taught you to see yourself that way deserves to be put in front of the firing squad, princess," he says. "Every inch of you is perfect."
I lick my lips, nervous in a way I haven't been since he came into my room. "I didn't have many friends growing up," I admit, my voice shaking. "I was the weird, fat girl who was always saving animals and doing strange things they didn't understand. People teased me a lot."
"Those people were assholes who didn't deserve you," he says simply. "There is nothing wrong with who you are now, and there was nothing wrong with who you were then. You're Valkyrie, one of the brightest Lights left in creation. They can never compete, princess."
The way he says it—the way he accepts me without reservations—heals some part of me I didn't realize still needed healing. I melt beneath him, my hands settling at my sides.
Pride shines in his eyes as he dips his head again, running his lips down my stomach. He slides my shorts and panties down at the same time, leaving me bare and quivering beneath him. But he takes his time, nuzzling and kissing my belly—worshipping it with his lips and teeth and tongue as if he's trying to ensure I never doubt his devotion or how attractive he finds every part of me.
And I don't doubt it. With his desire singing through me—his adoration whispering down the bond—there is no room for doubt. He steals every ounce of it, replacing it with absolute certainty that this man truly was designed just for me, my equal in every single way.
He slips lower, gripping my thighs to spread them wide.
I groan, shifting restlessly as his gaze settles between my legs.
"Oh, Valkyrie." His gaze flicks to my face momentarily. "Did you make this mess for me?"
"I…I…" Not trusting my voice, I snap my mouth closed and nod.
He doesn't look like a warrior now. He looks like a little boy on Christmas, staring at the gift of his dreams. "I'll be a good mate and clean it all up," he growls, shifting until he's kneeling between my legs.
I twist my fingers up in the bedsheets, whimpering quietly.
My whimpers turn to gasp that bleed to moans as he runs his lips up the inside of my thigh, questing closer to my sex. A predatory growl vibrates through him, shaking him, shaking me. Shaking the bed.
His hands clench and unclench on my thighs as if he's trying to find restraint…but as soon as he nuzzles his nose against my center and inhales, he loses the battle.
I sob his name, practically wailing it into the room as he lunges, burying himself face first between my legs. His tongue licks a hot stripe through my folds before settling against my clit. An intense blast of pleasure rips through me, threatening to unmake me at my very core.
"Yes," he groans. "Rock against my face just like that, princess."
I didn't even realize I was, but…I keep doing it, unable to stop myself. Pleasure like this isn't supposed to exist. Sex is supposed to be boring and ordinary. That's what my grandma always said, it was nothing to write home about. But this? This deserves entire volumes. It deserves arias and operas and…
"Stephan!" I sob, a river of pleasure raging through me as his fingers join the symphony he plays between my legs. His tongue lashes me as he slips first one and then another inside me, stretching me around them. He thrusts and twists and plays my body like I'm some instrument only he knows how to make sing.
"I like the way you plead for me, Valkyrie," he practically purrs. "You sound so sweet when you're broken in pleasure."
I am broken. Completely annihilated by the storm raging through me. It's my pleasure and his desire tangling together in a giant cloud of…magic. Of pure, unfiltered stardust.
He curls his fingers up, stroking against some spot inside that sends me spiraling even higher. I wail his name, shattering into infinite pieces. Light rips through me in a gale, blazing like an inferno. It lights Stephan up too, a fiery nimbus of gold searing into and through him.
In that moment, I feel everything he does, and I know he feels exactly what I do. Our emotions are a harmonic, bouncing back at one another, feeding off one another, driving each higher and then higher still. Until I'm not entirely sure who feels what, where I end, or where he begins. In this moment, I don't think I do end or he begins. We simply are.