Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“Saint,” she says my name again, this time a plea. “Fate knew exactly what it was doing pairing me to you. Bonding me to you. And even if it hadn’t, I would’ve bonded to you myself, because you’re the only safe space I’ve found my entire life. The only one who makes me feel alive. Makes life worth living.”
I capture her mouth, kissing her over her shoulder, while gliding my thick head through her wetness. Fire lashes through me at the first tease, at the way she rocks back into it, desperate and hungry for me.
“Keep your hands there,” I demand when she reaches for me. She hurries back to position.
“Good little mate,” I growl into her ear, dropping my hands to her hips as I line up my cock with her hot, slick entrance. “Ready?”
“More than,” she breathes the words.
I plunge into her. Hard and fast and without preamble. Her moan of pleasure is music to my ears as I pull out and do it again, gripping her tightly as I pump into her. She smacks the wall with her palm when I keep my pace agonizingly slow, doing my best to draw out the pleasure to a sharp knifes edge.
“You feel like heaven taking me,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “Like silk and fire, Auroa.” I pump into her faster. “You’re mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to please. Mine to care for.”
“Yes,” she sighs. “God, yes. Just keep doing that.”
I grin, holding onto the fast pace, pumping into her with oblivion I rarely allow myself. The chains are off, so she’s getting every scary strong side of me. She’s taking my orders, taking my pleasure-laced pain, and giving it right back to me.
“Can I touch you?”
“What a kind question,” I growl. “Yes.”
She reaches down and grabs one of my hands from her hip. She draws it up, dragging my hand along her body, over her breasts, and up—
“Ah!” I groan as she sinks her fangs into me, the attack quick and surprising. My cock hardens another degree, and I pound into her at vampire speeds.
“Yes,” she says against my flesh before returning to drinking me down again. “Saint, I’m coming.”
She flutters around my cock, the sensation so fucking sweet it shoves me right over the edge. Tingles erupt from the base of my spine, rocketing up and out of me as I spill inside her. My fangs sink into the soft flesh of her shoulder, her blood flooding my mouth with her pleasure-soaked flavor. I drink and drink, my vision blotting out for a few moments as I swallow her down.
“You’re perfect,” I say, licking her wounds closed.
“Perfect for you,” she says, spinning around after she’s closed mine too.
I look down at her, swiping my thumb over her full bottom lip, and nod. “Perfect for me.” I grin at her, then throw her over my shoulder, and whisk her to the bed.
CHAPTER 14
Aurora
I’m in knots.
Literally. Saint tied me to the bed two hours ago and hasn’t stopped feasting on me, with his teeth and tongue. And I never want him to stop. I’m living in this bliss-hazed bubble that is better than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s been a week of nothing but me and Saint—fucking, feeding, and learning each other in ways only mates can do.
Sparks erupt over my body, my orgasm exploding from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. My back bows off the bed, and Saint takes that opportunity to move from my heat to my thigh, sinking his fangs in the flesh there.
I come again. A hard wave that has me going absolutely limp. My arms and legs are bound, my wrists hanging slightly suspended above my head. I couldn’t move if I tried. Warmth floods my body at the thought. At the knowledge that I’m bound by Saint, trapped in a way that should terrify me, but it doesn’t. It’s something we discussed before this…if this particular desire of his would trigger me. I was worried it would, but I shouldn’t have been. I’m stronger than that, stronger than the tortures of my past.
And everything with Saint is the furthest thing from torture. Everything with him is a revelation. A strengthening. And I feel safer with him than I’ve ever felt with anyone before. My past is the furthest thing from my mind, causing a heightened sense of clarity to crash over me in the best way.
“I love you,” I whisper the words, exhausted and pleasure spent.
“I love you,” he grumbles against my thigh before licking my wounds closed and kissing his way up my body. He smiles down at me, his lips stained with my blood, before he careful undoes my knots.
As my limbs fall free, I roll into his open arms, and we settle into the bed.