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)
So I needed her to stop it.
So I didn’t incinerate this plane.
Crushing her to the pillowy mattress and swiping off the stupid number of fluffy pillows, I exhaled and pressed my lips to her throat.
Her skin was cool. I needed more.
She shuddered beneath me, her hands straying to my lower back.
A groan escaped as I pressed my hot mouth to her neck and rasped against her skin, “Help me.” The words tore free before pride could stop them. I’d never begged anyone...even on those worst days.
My skin threatened to peel from my bones as she dug her nails into the muscles on either side of my spine and...nodded.
Whatever fragile restraint I had left disintegrated.
Pulling back just enough to get to her mouth, I kissed her.
She moaned and kissed me back, our heads tilting, tongues knotting.
And it wasn’t enough.
Wrapping one arm around her back, I reared up on my knees and hauled her higher up the bed, never breaking the kiss, not giving either of us time to think.
Her dress rode up under my hands.
She gasped as I tossed her into the centre of the mattress. Her fingers clutched my shoulders as I punished her with another brutal kiss, seeking that calmness only she could give me.
She held on while I took everything.
Something twisted viciously in my chest, every part of me reacting to her on a cellular level.
Her fingers clawed at my shirt, yanking me closer as if she could drag the very breath from my lungs. I settled my hips between her spread legs, rocking my throbbing hardness against her.
Her hands landed on my waistband, hesitant and a little unsure, offering herself to me as she tried to loosen my trousers.
I caught her wrists and guided them above her head, caging her beneath me.
The kiss ended and I panted hard, resting my forehead on hers.
Her gaze dropped to my chest—to the dagger wound she’d given me.
Her thighs tightened around my hips as she looped her legs over mine and hooked her ankles together. My eyebrows rose in question then a tortured snarl tumbled free as she rocked against me, blatantly trying to make me break.
I fell on her again.
Letting her wrists go, I kissed her as hard as I could, all while my right hand gathered up her dress and buried itself between her legs. She cried out as I cupped her.
The tightness of her underwear stopped me from touching what I really needed to touch.
A blast of blazing frustration tore out of me and...I couldn’t stop it.
For the first time in my life, the fire that’d burned me alive didn’t hit an obstruction—it didn’t smash against the pain of the vitalsync core and had nothing to stop it from exploding free.
Heat licked down my arm in a violent rush.
The scent of burning fabric filled the air as her underwear switched from cotton to soot. Embers flew around us like dying fireflies and my fingers...
They landed on her hot, damp flesh when the rest of her was so perfectly cool.
She stared at me, wide-eyed, chest heaving—not hurt or burned but bare and mine.
The fire surged again and the plane groaned as if buckling against its rivets.
“Lucien.” She cupped my cheeks with both hands, pulling me down until my mouth hovered over hers. “Calm down.”
So close. So cool. So sweet and soft and mine, mine, mine.
Kissing her hard, my hand settled over her bare core.
My fingers touched her—skin to skin—and the inferno inside me collapsed in on itself. Scalding heat bled away in a rush so violent, it left me dizzy.
She was the difference between catastrophe and control.
The key to switching off the torturous heat.
Pressing my forehead to her shoulder, I splayed my hand over her silky warmth. Her hips surged upward, giving herself to me and...I couldn’t do it.
Biting her shoulder, I pressed a finger slowly inside her.
She gasped and shuddered as her thighs fell open. I did my best not to come from the best fucking feeling in the world. Her hotness when the rest of her bordered on icy. Her wetness that was so much silkier than anything I’d ever felt before.
She shuddered as I dragged my nose along her jaw and sank my teeth into her neck. My finger continued to sink slowly inside her, memorising every ridge and ripple and clench.
“Oh my God,” she moaned as I pulled back a little, stroking every inch.
Kissing my way back to her mouth, I didn’t bother with words or conversation. There were no words or conversation. Merely heat and fire and need.
I sank in a second finger.
She jack-knifed beneath me as I hit an obstruction—revealing what she’d told me back in Cinderkeep had been real. I was her first. Just like she was mine. No other man had touched her like this and fuck that undid the rest of my control.