Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 140780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He twitched inside me. “You’re the only thing that helps. The only one I trust. My leash. My Rook.”
I moaned as he kissed me.
Whatever was left of his self-control snapped as he dug his fists into the blankets and thrust. Hard.
I felt him everywhere.
Icy power spiralled around my bones, seeking a way out as he withdrew and slammed back in. His mouth sought mine, kissing me with feverish need.
My hands landed on his lower back, sinking my nails into his scorching skin. Feeling the muscles flex on either side of his spine as he took me....Knowing he’d never been with anyone else like this. God, it made that ice inside me crystallise and sharpen, splintering into brilliant, jagged facets that arrowed between my legs.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me? I need...I need...” He gave up trying to talk and gave me his body instead. With every brutal stroke, more snow radiated from my core—ice webbed over the sheets with patterns that looked like ancient spells...invoking elemental magic to bind him to me forever.
My hips rose to meet his, taking him deeper, harder, giving him everything I had because he gave me all of him.
Our energies synced and knotted.
A dance.
A wonderful waltz between our hearts and souls, connecting like living lightning.
The room crackled as if his fire had got loose.
My oath not to be responsible for damages made me smile against his mouth and...
White icy light burst beyond his smokescreen. Frost consumed the bed, racing across the floor and up the walls, cocooning his fire in a glittering cage where he couldn’t cause any destruction.
He kissed me as hard as he took me.
I hovered on the knife-edge of release.
“Lucien...” I clawed at his back. “Please.”
It was too much.
He’d come to me for help but now I needed him.
The ice in my blood was becoming too strong, too sharp. It was hungry and vicious.
“Let go,” he murmured, rutting into me with short, savage strokes. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
I clung to him as frosty whips punished me, demanding to be freed.
I needed to come.
I needed—
“I know.” Placing his entire, delicious weight on me, his scarlet-ringed gaze dove into mine. “So do it...”
All I could see was him.
All I could feel was him.
My orgasm struck a match and exploded.
Ice flung out in every direction. Snow burst from me in a furious cyclone. The room froze. The rafters groaned. The mosquito net disintegrated like broken glass. Frost climbed over Lucien’s shoulders as he rode me through my release, his eyes never leaving mine.
I couldn’t stop it.
I didn’t want to stop it.
He followed me.
A guttural groan tore from his lips as his fire roared in answer. He convulsed as he came, spilling deep, deep inside me as his inferno swallowed my snow with a violent heatwave.
Steam detonated between us with a thunderous crack. The room vanished behind a wall of white-hot vapor—a marriage of heat and cold.
We clung to each other, twitching and trembling. Only once we could catch a proper breath did we look away from each other, cringing in preparation for the mess we’d caused.
Incredibly, his room was mostly unscathed.
Instead of annihilating each other...our elemental power seemed to have fused. Steam drifted lazily toward the ceiling, and the ice that’d trapped his fire dripped and thawed.
Kissing the tip of my nose, Lucien stayed deep inside me. His chest rose against mine, brushing my nipples as the furnace inside him turned into a gentle sauna instead. “I keep losing control around you, yet you’re the only one who can bring me back. Whatever happens, you need to stay close to me, alright? You need to stop me if I go too far.”
“I promise.” I stroked his back, making him shiver. “You have my word, I’ll help you. Just like you help me.”
“Being inside you is the only time I’m completely free of the fire.” Nuzzling into my neck, he added quietly, “I’m not afraid of what they’ve made me, Rook...but I am afraid of what I could become without you.”
I didn’t know how to reply, so I just hugged him close instead.
Chapter Fifty-One
I’D NEVER SLEPT SO DEEPLY OR SO WELL.
No pain. No burning. No captivity.
I’d dreamed of taking her again. Of being free and far, far away from Cinderkeep—
Rook mumbled in her sleep, pulling me from my drowsy thoughts.
I just gathered her closer and drifted back into a doze.
With a contented yawn, she relaxed into my embrace, her hair strewn all over me and my arm thrown over her waist, exactly how I’d held her when we first went to sleep.
My skin was deliciously cold where I embraced her but my back...that was burning.
Not because I would always be naturally hotter than everyone else, but because of a sulking predator who’d decided we were hosting a slumber party and missed his invitation.