Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
My muscles tightened in my shoulders.
Cramping hit my legs.
Ravenous shudders rippled down my spine.
My mind went blank.
A guttural roar escaped my lips as I released more of my sperm inside her, marking her as my own in a way that went far beyond the physical.
And even more, I wanted to bite her.
Consume her.
Fucking open her body up and lay inside of her.
Never leave.
Never be away from her.
Goddamn it. God fucking damn it.
Closing my eyes, I collapsed onto her spent and gasping for breath. My arms loosened a little, although I still had her next to me.
Moni shivered against me as her breasts rose and fell meeting my chest and poking me with those stiff nipples.
I knew I had to get off her. There was no way I wasn’t crushing her delicate frame, but. . .I just couldn’t fucking move.
Her body hummed beneath mine, still racked with occasional shivers from her own release.
You can do it. Come on.
Panting, I kept my eyes closed, held Moni tightly and rolled us away so that I lay on my back and she was on my chest.
She shrieked.
I groaned.
The room was heavy with the scent of our sex.
We lay there entangled in each other’s arms.
I breathed in and out.
I’m not the same person.
As we lay there, panting and basking in the aftermath of our passion, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of completion.
We didn’t just have sex. We merged souls.
I considered another thing too.
Wait a minute. Did I tell her that I loved her?
I opened my eyes and gazed up at the sky-blue ceiling.
She rested within my arms, silent and steadily breathing.
But. . .do I love her?
I inhaled the beauty of her scent and my mind, heart, and body shuddered.
In her arms, I had found solace from the burdens of my past, a sanctuary where I could be vulnerable and raw without fear of judgment. She had seen me at my darkest moments and genuinely cared for me, anyway, accepting both my flaws and my strengths.
Yeah. . .I think this is love. What else could it be?
She was more than just a lover.
She was my anchor in a chaotic world, my confidante when doubts clouded my mind, and my partner in a journey filled with both ecstasy and pain.
Day by day, our connection was running deeper than any physical act could ever convey.
Even the universe outside was a vague existence, a frivolous concept compared to the cosmos we’d just created in this space where every movement was as graceful as the dreamlike ballet of celestial bodies.
Every silence as significant as the unwritten music of the planets.
Now I understood poets, painters, and philosophers, who spent their lives studying and dissecting love.
On the helicopter, I had told Moni that she was mine and I had truly believed that in that moment.
But it had been about possession, about the greediness of being a man of power who could take her away from everyone and make sure no one—not even Banks or Rowe Street Mob—could do anything about it.
It had been darkness.
But now. . .she really was mine, and I was hers in every damn way that was possible.
All hers.
My heart.
My soul.
My mind.
Hers.
It was all scary to think about, and even more nerve-wracking to admit to myself.
I couldn’t live without Moni in any way.
Terrified, I gazed down at her. “Moni?”
Slowly, she looked at me. “Yes.”
“Fuck Lotus Blossom.”
She grinned. “And why are we being mean to Lotus Blossom?”
“It’s yours and it will always be yours.”
“Okay.”
“But I want you in the palace with me.”
She widened her eyes.
“After the battle. . .I want your sisters and you to move into the palace.”
“Lei. . .”
I raised my eyebrows. “Moni, will you move in with me?”