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)
We fit. Not physically, but existentially.
There was no me or him, just us.
The room was nearly pitch-black. I could just make out Whisper as he lifted his head, yawned, then settled down again as if knowing what we were about to do.
The love I’d unleashed earlier had nowhere to go. I’d choked it down and bottled it up but now...Lucien was here. He was here and I loved him and frost whispered across the blankets, thin veins of ice etching the walls to glitter on the ceiling.
My need for him sharpened into something feral.
Without speaking, I reached for him, my fingers inching down his scorching body, locking around his hot erection.
His breath caught against the back of my neck. His mouth found the sensitive curve beneath my ear, his lips branding me in the softest kiss as his hands moved over me like he’d already memorised every inch.
The fire in him answered the frost in me and it was as effortless as breathing to arch my back, bring him between my legs, and surrender to his domination as he slid inside me.
His husky groan as he filled me made every part of me come alive. My skin turned luminescent while his sparked with fire. Silver shine and golden glow, we rocked together in the dark.
Each time he thrust, he pushed me deeper into all those feelings of love and possession, devotion and connection. Slow and gentle, he took me from behind, drowning me in sweetest pleasure.
We moved together as if we’d rehearsed this in another lifetime. Every slow roll of his hips wasn’t just sex...it was a vow. A quiet understanding that we’d found each other and would never, ever let go.
My fingers gripped his forearms as he hugged me from behind. His rhythm turned deeper as he kissed the curve of my shoulder. His breath grew rough against my skin, his control thinning, his heat rising to meet my ice that transformed the walls with fractal patterns.
Ecstasy built, coiling tight in my core until I felt like I’d shatter into pieces.
And when he buried his face in my hair and whispered my name, I couldn’t hold on anymore.
My orgasm broke over me with heart-clenching waves.
He followed me.
His groan as he spilled inside made the bond between our souls flare brilliantly hot and scarily cold—as if acknowledging the horrifying truth that we were never meant to survive alone.
We’d tried and suffered through a lifetime of pain.
But now we had each other.
He was mine.
I was his.
And nothing—not mountains or monsters, rage or revenge—could break us.
Chapter Sixty-Two
LOVE LIKE THIS SHOULDN’T EXIST.
Not for someone...something...like me.
I’d done everything I could to run from affection. I’d spent my lifetime killing anyone who tried to get close.
Yet her?
I would never get enough. Never be worthy enough. Never have the strength to let her go.
I studied her in the dark—drinking in her black eyelashes and imprinting her honeyed cheeks. I memorised her perfect lips and inhaled her delicious scent.
Whisper never took his glowing eyes off me as I sat upright and tucked the blankets tighter around her. She mumbled in her sleep and rolled over, looking so small and fragile and mine.
The surge of possession and blinding, blistering love almost made me buckle over.
It was the same level of connection I’d felt bleeding from her earlier this evening. An echo of her fear had rippled down the bond, distracting me from my father’s maps.
I didn’t know what had made her feel so desperately, but I felt the same way now.
If anything ever happened to her.
If anyone ever hurt her—
Fuck.
Fire raced down my arms, external and dangerous instead of internal and smouldering. Being this close to her soothed me—I didn’t have to work nearly so hard to contain the power stalking within my veins, but...I couldn’t sleep.
Not after what I’d read.
The scribbled note to some unknown sender—that I’d found tucked down the back of a drawer—haunted me like a dirty secret.
It almost seemed like fate was taunting me. Not only had I narrowed the screaming mountain that Lao Li mentioned to a potential disused cave system in the east, but...the note proved something was going on.
To, K,
They’re trying to create another like my son.
Ever since you took him and sent him back...he’s different.
His crib keeps smoking. His bathwater keeps boiling.
I’m trying to hide it from the staff, but he’s getting worse.
There are rumours that the Eastern Crucible has been reopened.
And not for Brimstone reactors.
You need to shut them down.
Meilin and I are trapped and can’t get out, but Wen can be trusted. If you get this message, please find a way to destroy it.
And I’ll...I’ll find a way to stop my son.
Jin.
Not save. Not help. Stop.
Did that mean my father was planning on killing me?
What if the one man who was meant to love me unconditionally decided I was too dangerous to stay alive?