Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I want you,” he said, taking hold of my hair and pulling. It wasn’t hard, and it didn’t hurt; instead, with how insistent he was that he wanted me on my hands and knees, it made me beg for more of him, needing him deeper, wanting him to move faster, make me his.
“Already done,” he promised, turned my head, and ground his mouth over mine, sucking on my tongue as he moved inside me, finally letting me breathe as his hand wrapped in my hair, using it like a leash he pulled taut, curving my spine, lifting my ass, hammering inside. “You’re mine now.”
The rutting undid me, made me shameless, and I howled his name, as he heaved over me, feeling the strain of having my orgasm just there, out of reach.
“You need to come!” he roared, and being so completely under his control, him showing me his strength and caring, his heart there for the taking, and giving me what I needed and craved, sent me hurtling over the edge.
For a moment, I felt like something was severed in me, something broke and I was floating free, cut off from who I was. It was terrifying because it seemed like everything was out of my control. What could I be expected to fix or keep safe? How could that ever work?
But then…but then…he was there. All around me. There was the beating of his heart, his woodsy, musky, earthy scent, the warmth of his silky skin, and then his mouth open on my back, kissing and licking, and it was as though everything I was, everything I was connected to that was chaotic and crazy, my land, the battle being waged, me being a guardian, all folded down from being enormous and out of control and insane…to simply us. Him and me. The two of us being all that mattered.
He came hard, his orgasm seconds behind mine, and there was warmth inside me, and I was held tight as his body shuddered.
I was going to say something glib, give him his out, let him go even though I’d felt everything lock into place for me. But it wasn’t fair that just because all that I was had chosen him, that he had to live with the consequences of what I was sure he thought was simply taking me to bed.
The aftershocks were rippling through me, his cum was seeping from my body, and I didn’t want him out of me or off me, but still, finding my voice, I said, “You should—”
“Stop. There’s nothing I should be doing but lying here with you,” he rumbled, easing gently from my body only to roll me into his arms and hold me to his wildly beating heart. “Don’t think for me, Xan. It’s not necessary. I have my own mind just for that reason.”
My face was pressed to his throat, and I opened my mouth against the flushed, sweaty skin that tasted even better than it smelled. “Don’t ever leave me,” I said, the words tumbling free before I could stop them, knowing he would run and never come back. I was offering him a life filled with terrors and uncertainty and continual watchfulness that would never ever give him rest or—
“No,” he whispered, kissed my forehead, and squeezed me tighter, as though trying to fuse us together, make us one. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t even think about that.”
“But—”
“C’mon, Xan, I felt that too. That crazy, scary…bonding, merging? Is there a magic word for that?”
“Great sex?” I teased him, because I was overwhelmed and undone, stripped bare, nothing to me but my heart, which belonged to him.
And it would never change.
If he left me, it would go with him, and I would still be me but not. There was no recovery from this. All that I was, was his.
The hard pinch to my ass startled me, bringing me back from terrifying, life-changing thoughts and down again to him and me, wrecking the bed together.
“It’s us now, Xan. You and me. Say that’s what you want.”
I was so far down the rabbit hole in my head, I’d forgotten I needed to share more words with him. “Lor, I want you to stay here and live with me and—”
“Marry you someday.”
“Marry…me and…” Big word, huge word, and he just put it right out there, center stage, not afraid to name the eventuality, where we were headed. “Yeah.”
“Because?”
Gods, I was terrible at this. “I can’t live without you.”
“Because?” he repeated, leading me.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, idiot,” he said, laughing at me, but then he sobered. “I feel this too, Xan, like we’re two parts of one thing, and I know it’s too fast to say bigger words, to put a name on this, on us, and I know there’s magic in here too.”
“There is,” I agreed, “but mostly it’s just us.”