Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Valen groans softly, his eyes locked on my face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses it. His hands tighten just a little, but he doesn’t thrust. He lets me take what I need.
It makes me feel powerful…desired. Worshipped.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Use me. Ride me just how you want to. Look at you…so beautiful, fucking yourself on my cock.”
Emboldened, I move harder…faster, dropping my weight down onto him with more force. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the chamber, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Valen seems to sense that I’m fully comfortable now. He meets me, his hands tightening on my waist and lifting his hips off the pedestal in a shallow, upward thrust that drives him even deeper. His shaft brushes a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Oh! Right there!” I cry out, my rhythm faltering.
“Here?” he growls, doing it again, hitting that perfect, devastating spot with pinpoint accuracy.
“Yes! Goddess, yes!”
I lose all semblance of control.
I ride him frantically, chasing the pleasure that’s peaking inside me. My breasts bounce with each frantic movement, my nipples tight with need.
“That’s right, baby—ride me hard,” Valen growls.
He sits up, wrapping one arm around my back to support me, his other hand sliding between our bodies. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with firm, knowing pressure which sends sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh, Goddess, Valen!” I sob, my movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. The pleasure is a tidal wave, rising too fast to outrun. It’s going to drown me any minute. “I’m—I’m close—so close!”
“So am I,” he growls against my throat, his thrusts becoming more urgent, driving up into me as I grind down. “Do you want me to pull out?”
My heart stutters in my chest.
Oh Goddess…this is the moment—the risk.
The sacrifice.
I think of my mother—pale and fading. Of my father’s empty throne. Of everything I’d give to save her. But I also think of this—of the feeling of him buried inside me, of the connection, the rightness. I don’t want it to end.
I want all of him.
“No,” I whisper, pulling back to meet his blazing gaze. My voice is stronger than I expect. “Stay. Come inside me. Fill me up.”
His eyes widen, then darken with a possessiveness so fierce it steals my breath.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hips jerking. “Irena…you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him. “Give me everything.”
A raw, animal sound tears from his chest—it sounds like his Drake’s voice overlaid with his own.
“Fuck, baby—feels so fucking good!” he groans.
He crushes me to him, his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss as his control shatters. He holds me tight and pumps up into me, once, twice, three more deep, grinding thrusts—and then he stills, buried to the hilt inside me.
I feel it the moment he comes. A hot, pulsing rush deep inside me—jet after jet of his seed flooding my womb.
The sensation triggers my own pleasure, which had been teetering on the edge. I moan into his mouth, my pussy spasming around his shaft, milking him through both our releases in endless waves.
The magic in the room surges—the sigils floating above our heads are blazing. The golden globe above us is glowing so brightly it’s like a small sun has been born in the chamber.
I cling to Valen, breathless and shaking, utterly spent. For a long moment, all I can do is rest my forehead against his, our panting breaths mingling, my heart pounding against his.
It’s worth it, I tell myself, feeling the warm, wet evidence of our love-making seep between my thighs. Whatever comes of this…it’s worth it.
Valen strokes my back gently, his large hand caressing a path down my spine.
“How do you feel?” he asks. “Everything all right, Princess?”
“More than all right,” I murmur and nuzzle him, rubbing my cheek against his.
“You did so good,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “My brave, perfect Princess.” He kisses me gently and looks into my eyes. “Taking me so deep…letting me claim you. You’re mine now, Princess. No matter what happens next—mine.”
And for the first time since this journey began, wrapped in his arms, filled with his seed, I believe him completely. I want to be his—his forever.
But how can that work when I know I have to go home?
69
VALEN
I hold her against my chest long after the last ember of magic has died from the air. Her body is warm and soft in my arms—a contrast to the cool moss beneath us—and for a while I simply breathe her in. The scent of her hair and her warm skin fills my senses. She fits perfectly here, nestled against my heart, as if this was always meant to be.
Mine, my Drake murmurs, low and certain. Ours.
Yes. Ours.
The word rings in my heart like a vow already spoken and I know the truth—I’ve given her everything. Not just my protection or my power—but my heart. Fully and irreversibly.