Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
As he speaks, his hand slides between our joined bodies. His fingers find my swollen, oversensitive clit and he begins to stroke it in tight, perfect circles, in time with his deep, driving thrusts.
The dual sensation is too much. I moan, bucking shamelessly against his hand, against his cock, my entire world narrowing to the point where our bodies meet.
“Oh God, Lucian, I…I can’t hold back!” I wail, the orgasm tearing through me with no warning—a hurricane of pure sensation.
“Good girl—come for me,” he growls, his own control fraying as his thrusts become harder and faster. “Come on my cock!”
As the waves crash over me, I know exactly what I want. I tilt my head to one side, baring the column of my throat in the ultimate surrender.
“Bite me!” I beg him. “Bite me and Bond me, Lucian—make me yours forever!”
For a heartbeat, he stills, buried deep within me, his body rigid with desire.
“As you wish,” he growls.
He leans down, his lips brushing the frantic pulse in my throat in a kiss. I feel a sharp moment of piercing pain and then pure pleasure as he sinks his fangs into my flesh.
As Lucian drinks from me, I feel his cock swell even larger inside me and the final, breathtaking stretch triggers another orgasm even as the first subsides.
“Oh, God!” I moan again as my pussy spasms around his thickness. It’s too, too much and yet I never want it to end.
Then I feel it—spurt after hot, pulsing spurt of his seed flooding my depths—marking me—claiming me from the inside out.
At the same time, the connection between us—that thin, fragile thread I’ve felt since our first night together—suddenly ignites. I feel it growing—getting stronger, multiplying into a web of brilliant, golden light that connects my soul to Lucian’s.
And then… I can feel him.
Not just his body, but him. His emotions flood into me as clearly as my own. I feel a love so vast, so ancient, and so fiercely focused it steals the air from my lungs. Underneath it, there is a possessiveness that is a living thing—a protective instinct that would level cities for me, and a devotion that humbles me to my core.
My Vampire Don’s love overwhelms me—a tidal wave of feeling that makes my heart feel too large for my chest. I’m overflowing—bursting with a joy so profound I can barely contain it.
Just as I feel like I might explode, Lucian pulls his fangs from my throat. He closes the wounds instantly using a slow, tender swipe of his tongue and nuzzles my ear, his body still joined intimately to mine, both of us trembling in the aftermath. His voice is a raw, intense rumble that I feel in my very bones.
“You’re mine now, little one. My heart. My bonded, Fated Mate. And I’m never letting you go. Not for all eternity.”
In the glimmering light of our new Bond, I feel his truth. I love him and I feel his eternal, unwavering love for me. And I know, with a certainty that eclipses all fear and all doubt, that my life is changed forever. Lucian and I are two halves of a single soul, finally made whole.
We will never be apart again, and I will always be…
His Curvy Queen of Blood.
The End?