Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
She wished she had forever.
At least they had tonight. They had right now. She’d make it last for as long as she could.
She sat down onto him, both of them groaning, their breathing labored, their hands frenzied. She jerked her hips over him, feeling the delicious friction. He used his fingers on her apex and his magic to spiral her higher.
“I assume you don’t mind if I cheat in this, either,” he murmured, speaking about when she said he could cheat in pleasuring her by reading her mind. Now he was using his magic.
“Not even…a little,” she breathed, winding up to incredible heights and barely able to take the impossibly good sensations.
She clutched his broad shoulders. Ran her fingers over his perfect chest, his perfection heightened with the diamond dust. He kissed down her neck as she moved, loving the delicious slide of his body in hers. Loving how incredibly right this felt.
“Our fate is fucked, but I wouldn’t trade knowing you for all the safety in the world,” she said, holding him tightly, feeling her body bracing at the edge. “From our very first meeting, your memory stayed with me. Your eyes, the feel of your proximity. It just got stronger and stronger. Until now.” She grabbed his hair in two fists. Rode him hard. Then, instead of waiting, just let the truth spill out. “I love you. I think I always have. I know I always will.”
His hands gripped her. He swung up, burying himself deep inside her, over and over. “Of course you do,” he whispered, rolling with her and laying her on her back. He strove harder. Held her tighter. “I’m easy to love.”
“If you…were easy…to love”—she groaned as his magic rolled through her—“I’d get…bored.”
He laughed darkly, then hooked his arm under her knee and lifted, giving himself more room to strive. He slammed into her with bruising strokes. She swung up to meet him, calling his name. Holding on for dear life.
“I love you too,” he said, and she exploded. She shuddered against him, and he shook as he climaxed. Her name was ripped from his lips as though in devotion to the divine.
The pieces of her flew apart, and she broke in the most glorious of ways. She wrapped herself around him and let him gather up her pieces, remaking her, fitting sections of his heart into hers, and keeping some of hers for himself. They were entwined in a way she’d never experienced. Never heard of. They had to be in order for her magic to work. In order for them to create greatness. They had to be…in order to trust each other as they did. With more than their lives, with their souls. With everything they were.
His breath was heavy as they came down. An image ran through her mind as he shared his thoughts with her.
A stunning, magical scene came into focus. He walked around a bush in the wylds and caught a sight that made him hitch in his step. A bird perched delicately on a branch. He held his breath, as if breathing might scare the creature away. The little body glowed with vibrant, iridescent colors. Golden-orange hues glimmered along its tail and wings, with a teal and emerald body. The wings shimmered with a trail of light made of soft, glowing particles. Surrounding the bird, delicate white blossoms and green leaves danced and swayed in the breeze.
He stared in wonder, in astonishment, because the sighting of such a bird was so incredibly rare. They were almost a myth, these creatures, existing so deep in the wylds and being so elusive that seeing one was a once-in-a-lifetime event. A privileged, rare occurrence.
As he watched, it cocked its head. It launched off its perch and dove in a stream of light. Nearly at the ground, it spread its wings for a fast stop before raking its claws across the eyes of its prey. It pecked and gouged, waiting for the creature to shriek and roll before digging in for the heart. They were predators, these beautiful little birds, but one would never know it by their appearance. They drank honey and blood and sang so sweetly that it would make a minstrel weep.
“That is a dove in Faerie,” he whispered. “That is what you reminded me of the moment I met you. A rare sighting that I would remember for the rest of my days.”
“Yet you marked your kills with a human dove.”
“I couldn’t very well try to track down a Faerie dove. It would kill me for stealing one of its feathers. They’re small, but they’re fierce.”
“It’s not the size of the ocean. It’s the motion of the waves.”
“What?” He paused, digging through her memories for what she meant. He laughed. “In my case, dove, it’s both. Come on. Let’s switch to Niall’s favorite chair and I’ll prove it.”