Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Novalee—”
Spurred on by the gravel in his voice and the warm ache between my legs, I work him even deeper, toward the back of my throat, and gag, knowing exactly what that does to him.
Nothing holds me back—not fear, not uncertainty.
Just the drive to swallow him down.
I moan around his cock, my breaths coming shallow through my nose while his thrusts increase in force, same as the epithets he can’t bite back. With a grunt, he fists my hair, holding me in place.
Holding himself deep.
“You’ve got me so damn close.”
I peek up to find his head tilted back, neck straining, teeth clenched.
“Goddamn it.” He releases my hair and pulls free of my throat.
I blink up at him, my mouth agape, jarred by his quick withdrawal. “Why did you stop?”
“The elixir. It’s affecting your decisions.”
“I know what I want,” I say, fighting the tremor in my voice. “I’ve always known, so don’t use the elixir as an excuse.”
“It’s not an excuse.” He wipes at my damp lips, his thumb silencing any further objection as his breathing evens out. “It’s fucking risky.”
Driven by urgency, I rise to my feet and cradle his face, frustrated to tears.
Because he doesn’t understand, and I’m not sure how to put into words how much this means to me.
But I have to try.
“The night I tried to jump, I begged Liam to take my virginity.”
He searches my expression, as if trying to decode the impossible. “Why would you do that?”
“It felt like a burden. I thought you died protecting my virtue, so I resented it.” I slide my hands over his shoulders, trembling under the weight of the mistake I almost made that night. “I’m grateful Liam said no, because you’re here now, miraculously in front of me, and we deserve this.”
“The Brotherhood won’t see it that way.”
“Maybe it’s time they started seeing things differently.” I lift my chin, defiant and resolved. “A group of men made these ridiculous laws centuries ago. I refuse to let superstition rule me longer than it already has.”
“God, baby. You amaze me. Your conviction…your bravery.”
“I’m not brave, and conviction has nothing to do with it. We almost lost each other.” I curl my fingers around the hard length of him. “I want to be with you. Please don’t deny me this.”
In one swift motion, he scoops me up and lowers me onto the dark spread of his jacket.
3
Everywhere he touches, I burn. His feverish skin brushing my nipples. The frame of his arms caging me. The press of one knee against my pussy. The way his hand tangles in my hair as his lips trail down my shoulder.
This is really happening.
I mourned him, but now he’s solid against me, on the cusp of claiming my virginity after months of aching for it.
After months of waiting and yearning, all stacked atop a mountain of desolation and pain.
Every beat of my heart screams that this stolen moment is ours alone.
Sebastian shifts, easing his knee away, then runs a warm palm down my belly. His gaze stays on mine, those blue irises deepening to a storm-tossed sea.
That stare pulls me under just as his callused thumb scrapes over my clit. Pushing a finger deep inside me, he hisses in a breath.
“You’re soaked, princess.”
I let out a sigh, yielding to the claim of his hand. He adds another finger, and the fullness spreads through me as I bare my throat.
His attention catches on the bruise at my collarbone. “Did Oliver do this?”
“Yes,” I groan, shame roiling through me even as my hips tilt.
“Does it hurt?” His lips follow the question, brushing a kiss over the mark.
The tenderness of it cuts straight through my guilt. “No, it doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurt as much as losing you.”
“I’m here,” he whispers, ghosting his lips across the mark again as he adds a third finger.
No one’s ever made me feel so wanted and worthy, as if almost losing everything makes risking it even more sacred.
“What about this?” he asks, those wicked digits sliding in and out of me. “Does this hurt?”
“A little.” The sting is there, but I’ve stood on the edge of a cliff, unable to face losing him forever, and this…
This is the kind of pain that breathes life into me.
“I need you,” I whisper, angling my hips, chasing the ache.
He flips us in a seamless motion and settles me astride his lap. Holding me by the nape, he draws our foreheads together as his thick erection pulses between us.
“Move against me. Find what feels good. Take it from me.”
Instinctively, I drag my pussy up and down his length, teasing his tip on each pass.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “That feels incredible.”
He pulls me into kiss after desperate kiss, our hot breaths mingling, growing shallow the faster we grind against each other.
“You feel so good,” I moan.
“So do you, and I’m not even inside you yet.” He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching as I climb higher.