Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
My heart fills with something like hope at his words, and I swallow the tangle of emotion in my throat.
I want to believe him so badly.
I want to fall into the fantasy he's spinning where we get to live happily ever after, but it's hard to believe when I've lived with a broken heart for so damn long.
No. Believing in anything involving a future with Zachariah can only lead to heartbreak. I need to stick to the present, to what feels good right now.
“So about that break,” I say, not acknowledging the monumental show of emotion he just gave me. I trail one finger down the center of his chest, arching against him again to show him exactly what kind of break I'm referring to.
A low growl rumbles in his chest and he clings to me tighter.
“Tell me where you want go, and I'll take you there,” he says.
My mind conjures images of his bed, his fangs sinking into me while mine sink into him, the two of us connecting on every single level and rekindling what used to be so strong and unbreakable between us.
But I know I can’t allow that to happen. Can’t give myself wholly to him like that. Better to be safe and keep it quick, keep it semi-public.
“Take me somewhere I can see the stars above us,” I say, reaching up on my tiptoes to graze my lips over his in a featherlight kiss.
He kisses me back, and I can feel his power swirl around us as he bends us through time and space, a sensation so familiar to me now, he's done it so many times with me in his arms.
The smell of crisp autumn air hits my senses as my feet connect with the soft, lush grasses among the king’s luxurious gardens.
I glance where Zachariah has brought us, smiling at the private little oasis under the stars. Expertly tended hunter green hedges surround us on either side, a marble fountain with hand-carved mermaids mid-jump sits just before us, the sound of trickling water only adding to the serene setting.
“How’s this?” he asks, gliding his hands up and down my body.
“Beautiful,” I say, spotting a stone bench near the fountain and gently nudging him toward it. He goes willingly, chuckling softly when I reach for the clasp on his pants, flicking it open and tugging them down.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teases as he steps out of them, tugging his shirt off in one smooth motion after.
I’m already halfway undressed, anticipation curling in my veins at the sight of him. I finish shedding my clothes, relishing his reaction to seeing me completely bare before him, my nipples peaked because of the chill air.
“I won’t deny it,” I say, stepping toward him, my hands splaying on his chest as I urge him to sit.
He hisses at the cold stone beneath him, and I laugh, quickly situating myself on his lap.
“Better?” I ask as my breasts graze his bare chest, his arms immediately encircling me to draw me closer.
“Infinitely,” he says, capturing my lips.
I sigh against his kiss, sinking into it like it’s a much-needed deep breath. I do my best to stay grounded in the present, not hesitating for a second to think that a simple kiss shouldn’t feel so world-shattering.
I rock against his hard length, shivering at the way he feels hot and smooth between my thighs. Need courses through my veins, an tangible thing that’s starved.
Shifting atop him, I move my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and dragging his thick head through my heat, gasping at the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans, hands smoothing up and down my back. “Talia.” He thrusts up and into my hand, but I keep a firm grip on him, not letting him in an inch.
His eyes flare at the control, and I can’t help but turn absolutely liquid from his obedient attention. He’s infinitely powerful, and yet he’s yielding to me. I’m dizzy with the thought, with need, and I can’t help but smile.
“You want me?” I tease, flicking my tongue over his lips and pulling away before he can kiss me.
“Yes,” he growls. “Always.”
My heart expands at that, but I tell it to stand down. She has no business here.
I squeeze his cock tighter, rocking my heat over his head before moving away. “How badly?”
His hands flex on my hips, another growl radiating from his chest. “Talia,” he warns, and the power in his voice makes me tremble.
My grin deepens, my heart racing. I loosen my grip, sinking down on his cock an inch, then two, just enough to watch his eyes close in relief before I draw up and away from him again.
“Talia,” he groans, his hands on my hips pressing down, urging me to sink back onto him again.
I resist, instead crushing my mouth on his in a punishing kiss that makes my pussy throb.