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)
I swallowed around the rawness in my throat. “It is right. We’re right. Show me exactly what that means.”
Pax had me gathered tight against him as he slowly began to move. He watched me as he did, our gazes fettered as he loved me in a way I’d never believed I would ever get to experience.
He showed me what it meant to be touched.
Adored.
He moved slowly but wasn’t exactly gentle. I wasn’t surprised, since nothing about Pax was. It was like a dam that had been built too high had burst under the pressure. A flood of greed that washed through him and took us both under.
I moved with him, lifting my hips, desperate for him.
Heat shocked between us, skating across my frozen flesh like his touch could chase away the fear that saturated every cell of my being, and he dipped down and took my mouth like his kiss could calm the storm that rioted in my spirit. Mitigate the deep-seated reality that I couldn’t escape the danger I was in. This danger so much greater—so much more powerful—than I could fathom.
For a little while, he erased it.
Healed it.
Promised it would be okay.
A fire roared in the place that I had held for him. It burned up my insides and seared like signets being branded into my flesh.
Flames that lapped and licked and grew higher with each second that he gave himself to me, torching the horror that I felt.
Just for this moment.
Just for this time.
This time that was meant for us.
Because the terror had no place to stand right then.
Not when it was him and me.
Lights flashed behind my eyes.
Dizzying.
Euphoric.
Pax started to move faster, his chest pressed to mine and his arms curled around me. My fingers were in his hair, dragging through his white locks, which seemed to glow in the strikes that came from the sign outside the window.
Flashes of brightness that lit him up.
“Aria,” he muttered against my lips. The rugged reverberation spiraled through my senses. It sounded of a claim.
A connection that went so much deeper than the physical.
I started to jut.
Passion taking over.
A feral instinct that raged and whipped the oxygen into a disorder.
It tasted of the oxygen I’d been lacking. Oxygen I’d found in him.
Pleasure curled deep inside while the love I’d forever kept for him like a sordid secret gripped my heart in a fist.
“You found me,” I whispered into the rapture of his kiss.
It was he who’d saved me again. He who’d heard the shout of my soul. He who possessed.
Pax edged back, his expression hard and fierce. His palm came to my cheek, and he brushed the pad of his thumb over the hollow of my eye. “I will always find you, Aria. I promise, I will always find you.”
Then he pushed up onto his hand. It changed the angle as he drove deeper, and he let his other hand slide down over my breasts, then my belly.
Need ricocheted through me when he drifted lower between my thighs and began to rub his fingertips over the sensitive spot that had me gasping.
In an instant, my blood heated and my stomach twisted in a way it’d never done before.
Desire throbbed and pulsed.
Sparks of bliss.
I pitched and bowed, silently begging him to quicken as I chased after the sensation that grew like a storm at the edges of my being.
Flares that flickered at the edges of my sight.
I whimpered while Pax let go of a sound so deep in his chest that I felt the rumble of it all the way to my toes.
My pulse raced wild.
In sync with his.
A stampede.
Out of control.
“Don’t fight it, Aria. Sink into it. Let go. I promise that I have you. Just like you have me. You’ve always fucking had me.”
My heart squeezed. Squeezed with the amount of love that I had for him. With what he’d always meant. With what he’d come to be.
My sanctuary. My sanity. This moment of peace in the middle of a war that I didn’t think we could win.
I wondered if he could feel it.
The gravity.
Because he started to rock. The snap of his hips hard as he wound me to a place I’d never been.
“So perfect, Aria. So gorgeous. So good.” He ground out the words.
His fingers rubbed harder, stroking in time with our bodies.
A frenzy churned in the middle of it, and our connection strained so violently that I feared I might rend apart.
His breaths were harsh, and his chest expanded with each one. I inhaled them like I could draw his spirit into mine, and my nails sank deep into his shoulders to keep myself from floating away as everything intensified. As everything became too much and too little.
I wanted more.
I wanted forever.
“You have me,” he said like he’d heard my thoughts.
Pleasure built, gathering from the farthest recesses of my body.