Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“Pax,” she whimpered as she began to move.
“You feel so good. So perfect.” The words were grunts.
She was my perfection. My ecstasy. My completion.
Aria rolled over me, taking me again and again. Pleasure licked up my spine, and my head spun with dizziness.
With the rapture she created.
She arched and pitched and rocked, and I curled my hands around her narrow waist, holding on, chasing down the pleasure that was meant for only us.
“Touch me,” she demanded, and I slipped my hand down her hip and rolled my thumb over her clit.
I swore lightning struck in the room, and she bucked, taking me harder, deeper, wholly.
Bliss sparked at the edges of my being. In every corner. It sped inward to gather in a pinpoint to become one giant molecule of pleasure.
“I need to feel you come around me,” I urged, and I jolted upright so I could kiss her.
So I could swallow the sounds of her pleasure that erupted from her tongue as an orgasm rent through her body.
Her throbbing around me cut me in two, and that molecule exploded. My climax hit me so fast and hard that I couldn’t see. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t process anything but the feel of this woman around me.
With me.
In me.
And we were there, on a plane that belonged to only us. Aria and I elevated. Removed. Floating on a sheet of pure white.
And there was no darkness.
No regret.
No fear.
There was only stark, gutting relief.
Her nails sank deep into my back as we rode it out. As we rolled and writhed and coasted through ecstasy.
Finally, Aria slumped against me, exhausted and sated, her chest heaving against mine as those sweet arms clung to my neck.
I brushed back the locks of hair stuck to her cheeks and edged back so I could look at her stunning face. I had one hand bunched in her hair, and the other was on her cheek. “I will always find you.”
She dragged her fingertips over my lips, her soul eternally etched onto mine, and she whispered back, “Forever.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Aria
I curled up against Pax beneath the plush covers, soaked in his warmth and swamped in his spirit. His breaths were long, and his gaze was unhurried as he continually gentled his fingers through my hair.
Our bodies were pressed together, our hearts in sync, our minds in time.
And he murmured, “Sleep.”
Aria took his hand where they stood at the boundary of Faydor.
Darkness wept, whispered, and called.
Pax squeezed her hand tight as he cast her a glance. One that promised they were in this together.
Forever he would fight by her side.
But it felt different that night—as if spirit and mind had been opened and a piece of her had been freed.
So they descended, fell through the crash of wicked voices, through the depraved and the iniquitous, an eternity that landed them in the searing cold.
The bare glow at the edge of Faydor was the only light to guide their way as they tracked over the hard, frozen ground. Their breaths were salient as they panted around the frigid air that filled their lungs.
Blood crashed through her veins as she searched through the perpetual night.
Their footsteps pounded in her ears as she and Pax ran headlong through the heavy vapor that snaked over the lifeless ground and curled around the wiry, leafless elms.
Lightning cracked across the low-hung canopy, a crackle of sin and perversion.
Hisses of iniquity filled their ears, the whispers of the Kruen casting their evils into any willing mind.
They slaughtered each as they passed. Fighting for the good. For the protection of those who had no idea of the battle that was fought for them each second of the night and every moment of the day.
They ran deeper, and their strength felt unmatched, brighter than it’d ever been.
The dread, the fear, the weakness that had once held her no longer existed. She didn’t know what the future would bring. If another Ghorl would manifest. Find her and hunt her. But she understood now that she did possess the strength. Understood this didn’t have to be a death sentence.
She knew her purpose, and she would seek that purpose with Pax at her side.
Fighting during the day for those who needed her most. Using this gift to its fullest and in every way, as she was sure she’d barely tapped into its power. While asleep, she would hunt with her Laven family. Remain steadfast in the call to extinguish as many Kruen as they could as they fought through the night.
Only she slowed when she felt the frisson charge through the ice-slicked air. It was a current that ran through her like the blade of a knife.
It stopped her in her tracks.
Pax shouted, “Do not falter, Aria, we have it,” his attention on binding the Kruen that thrashed in the distance ahead of him.
But Aria could not heed his voice.