Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
I smirked. “Promises, promises.”
Straddling him, I feasted on his body—palms flat on his chest and beginning a slow journey down. My toy, my pet, my husband, my king.
My fingers skated over the jagged scar on his chest. Bending down, I kissed it.
Thump-thump.
I froze, lips puckered. His heartbeat? Did Alisdair put his heart back in his chest? When? Why?
“You are a strange one,” he said softly, drawing me up. “Unpredictable. Unknowable.”
My smirk returned. “I wouldn’t say that.” Rising up, I dropped my knees on his arms, and my pussy on his lips. “I’m sure you can predict what I want you to do next.”
Alisdair’s grin mirrored mine. “Oh, but you do make yourself so hard to resist.”
The room spun. In a blink, I was looking up at the ceiling. I strained to get up and found I couldn’t. My shoulders were magically glued to the bed. “Ugh! Why must you always be in control?”
“Why must you always be too weak to make me cede control?” His palms slowly rolled down my body, flattening me to the sheets, then spreading my legs wide. “Once again you blame me for your shortcomings.”
I tried to kick him but he was already ducking down. Already taking control.
Riiippp.
Something soft and silky wrapped around one ankle, then the other. He bound them tight. I stared at him in confusion as he lifted my legs and stuck his head between them, dropping my ankles on his shoulders.
I made a shocked noise when he bent me in half, dropping his hard, muscled body on mine.
A swift, hard bite on my lower lip was all the warning I got before Alisdair pushed all the way inside, filling me to my limit.
“Uh,” I moaned—anchored by the sudden sharp pains above and below.
Propping his arms on either side of my head, Alisdair drew all the way out to the tip, then thrust back in.
I screamed, eyes rolling up in my head. Every muscle in my body clenched.
“Hmm. Not quite loud enough. Let’s see if I get it right the next time.” He started pumping— No, bouncing. Alisdair found that spot and he pounded it through relentlessly, going faster and faster until I popped on and off the mattress with every thrust. I was getting hit in the face with my own knees.
If he was seeking louder screams, he achieved that on the second thrust. I grunted, moaned, and screamed so loudly, my cries echoed through the missing wall—sounding my ravaging to all of Lumenfell.
“Yes, yes, ah, fuck! More, Alisdair. Harder!”
Alisdair was a man possessed, growling as he pumped faster still. Shredding the sheets trying to hold on to something real as raw, dirty pleasure carried him away.
It was too much for me. Pressure built in my lower belly, rising to a fever pitch. I wouldn’t last for one more second.
Alisdair struck that spot, and I screamed, back arching off the bed as explosions of light, heat, darkness, color, and pleasure ravaged my shuddering body. My cries scraped my throat raw, climbing higher and more unhinged when Alisdair stiffened.
He seized up—claws tearing straight through cotton and goose feathers as hot, sticky wetness exploded out of him and filled me to the brim.
He didn’t bother to get free before collapsing on top of me. He flattened me in half—weakened by his desire for a tiresome little bird.
“Not... so...” My pants heaved my chest. “...in control now... are you?”
His chuckle was a warm tickle on my neck. “Don’t be so certain. Tonight I will have you in every way a man can have a woman. You won’t walk for days—let alone run.”
He slid out from between my legs before I could respond. One snap, and my silk bindings were gone. Capturing my gaze, Alisdair dropped to his knees.
Is he—?
He buried his face between my legs without so much as a warning. I made a strangled noise as my legs snapped over his ears—back arching off the bed. Alisdair plundered my entrance—licking, nipping, and sucking on a particular bundle of heat and lightning that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Oh, yes, right there,” I gasped. “Oh, Meya, that’s amazing!”
I twisted and writhed on the sheets, yanking his head off his shoulders. What delicious irony it would be if after all my assassination attempts, it was my overzealousness in bed that finally ended the great and terrible Alisdair Shadowsoul.
I didn’t want to think of what my second name would be then.
My fingers found my nipples, tweaking them as rough and commanding as he did. I couldn’t believe it was only a short while ago that I ran from Shadi and the girls’ description of sex. Was I ever so innocent?
Oh, if that innocent girl were to see me now—teasing myself while the most feared in Elva licked the filthy drippings of my arousal and his seed clean from my pussy... Well, if she saw that, she’d be just as wanton with need.