Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
His kiss is more than a collision of lips. It’s a storm. A vicious thunderbolt of fury, charged with loss and love and every battle in between.
Burying his hands in my hair, he holds onto me as if I’m the anchor in his cruel, turbulent world. His teeth capture my lower lip, sinking, claiming, a fervent assertion of his nature.
Then he tongues the punctures and fiercely stares into my eyes. “I love you.”
He’s not the first man to give me those words, but he’s the first to declare them like a vow.
A vow stronger than a legal contract, more sacred than a religious oath, and longer lasting than a marriage.
A vow that engraves itself on my headstone.
“My soul is yours.” I swing a leg over his lap and straddle him. “Now kiss me again.”
My Lycan prince might be cold and deadly, but never with me. As his lips seal with mine, it begins with a gentle urgency, a touch so soft and meaningful it whispers of a lifetime of longing.
He tucks me against his chest and rises to his feet. The room spins, and in a heartbeat, I’m lying on a bed of furs beneath his weight, his heat, and his impenetrable hardness.
He’s insurmountable everywhere. But there’s an excessively large part of him, rigid and heavy, pressing between my legs. The part he’s never given me. Never given to anyone.
The thought jolts lightning along my spine, crackles across my skin, and sizzles through my blood. I want to be his first and his only. That’s the electricity.
He plants a hand beside my head and cups my throat with the other, his hips grinding with intention.
Then he gives me a kiss that erases all others. It’s a kiss that transcends time and space, where two souls merge and mate in pure bliss.
Our eyes lock, and in that glance, a thousand unspoken words pass between us, a dialogue of desire, trust, and deep, abiding connection.
Our lips slide in a slow, intoxicating caress of intimacy. Our tongues swirl in a delicate exploration that deepens with every breath. Our teeth catch and release in veneration of every heartbreak and joy, every moment of finding and losing.
The universe fades into the ether, leaving only two beings in existence, wrapped in a sanctuary of healing wounds and endless tomorrows.
This.
This is the greatest kiss of all time.
It robs us of air and fills us with new energy, turning us into wild, desperate creatures. Fingers in hair, mouths gasping and consuming, he uses his grip on my neck to angle my head and thrust his tongue deeper, working me toward the edge of rapture.
He doesn’t need to touch my body. I can come simply from this kiss.
“Kody.” I moan, running a hand down the scarred line of his back, tracing the muscle there. “Please.”
For months, this hunger simmered between us, burning my skin and broiling my organs. Without the arctic chill, I wouldn’t have survived it.
But now the flames of our impending joining lash against me, igniting an inferno.
He shifts down my body, dragging lethal teeth over my breasts and clamping them around a nipple. “I’m going to quench my thirst between your thighs.”
“Not until I quench mine first.” I give his face a nice, firm push.
Because he’s twice my size, I throw all my strength into the shove that rolls him onto his back.
Wide-eyed, he stares up at me, his hard-packed abs flexing with the force of his breaths.
And his cock. That enormous, imposing extension of his masculinity stretches the fabric of his briefs, demanding to be freed.
I oblige, wrestling his underwear down powerful legs.
Holy mother, there it is, looming before me, a beast in its own right, with its own head, its own weight, and its own thudding heartbeat. It jumps and swells in my hands, refusing to be contained.
How will it ever fit in my mouth?
One way to find out.
Shaking with need, I lower my head.
“Wait.” He grabs my hair. “I want you naked when you do this. I’ll start a fire.”
“No need.” Pushing up, I slide out of my top and shove down my pants. “We are the fire.”
“Damn right.” He braces himself on his elbows, watching, waiting, his cock straining, ready to be sucked.
For the first time in his life.
I licked the tip once and made him come. But now?
I’m going to blow his fucking mind.
With his sinful body stark naked and laid out before me, I soak him in. First, with my eyes. Then my hands.
Then with my kiss-stung lips.
He groans and writhes beneath my assault, flexing his hips against the air. Whispers of musk tease my tongue, his delicious, earthly essence of wildfire and berries a potent aphrodisiac.
As I work my way toward his erection, his exhales snarl from him.
With a wicked grin, I lick a path around his heavy sac and follow the ropes of muscle that run down his thighs, then back again, nipping at his clenched abdomen, his granite chest.