Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Goosebumps break out along my skin as he walks us over to the daybed and sits so I’m in his lap. Straddling him, I kiss him hard and fast. Lucas can’t keep his hands off me, feeling the same desperation as I do. He’s fighting for his usual self-control, but is just as close as I am to being pushed over the edge.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I can’t help but cry, eyes closed as more tears stream down my face. Lucas rests his forehead against mine and holds me tight. My heart thumps against his chest and I know this is where I’m supposed to be.
“It’s okay, my love.” He wipes away a tear with this thumb. “I’m here now.”
Nodding, I lift my head off his just enough to look at his handsome face.
“You’re really here.”
“I am,” he growls and draws his fangs, mouth going back to my neck. The tips of his fangs press into my skin but don’t break through yet. He holds them against my skin, getting a sense of my heartbeat and finding the best place to bite me. Fuck, I’ve missed feeling the shock of pain as his fangs puncture through my skin followed by the insane pleasure of multiple orgasms.
But instead of biting me, he sucks at my skin, teasing me. His fangs scrape against me hard enough to cause a little bit of pain but not hard enough to draw blood. I’m squirming in his lap, desperate and impatient. He’s wearing the same clothes he was the day he became the Horseman, and I cannot get him out of them fast enough.
Spreading my legs, I rub myself over his hardening cock and let my hands fall down his chest, fingers fumbling to get his belt undone. Impatient, I flick my wrist and undo it with magic. I’m so wound up I go a little overboard and energy sizzles around my fingers, zapping Lucas’s skin.
Finding magic usage in bed a turn on, Lucas lets out a guttural growl of desperation and flips me over, his large body hovering over mine. I widen my legs, pussy begging to be touched. I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt and sleeper shorts with black panties underneath. But I’m so wet already I’m sure he can feel it through the fabric of my clothes.
Lowering himself over me, his mouth goes back to my neck. I bunch the hem of his shirt up and run my hands over his muscular back, turned on and comforted at the same time to have him on top of me like this again. Mind-blowing sex has been an almost daily occurrence since Lucas and I first slept together. It’s not something I’ve taken for granted as I know how lucky I am to have someone like Lucas.
He has over a thousand years of experience, of perfecting his touch and figuring out how to read the signals my body gives off—ones I’m not even aware of all the time. We both feel a magnetic need to be together, fueled by desperation and the way we just get each other. Neither of us were completely sold on the idea of true love or soul mates until we met each other. Lucas confessed quite early on in our relationship that after sixteen hundred years, he had given up on feeling truly happy—until he met me.
I grew up reading romance novels and dreaming of a love so strong it can endure anything. I wanted it and tried hard to believe in it, but there was always a small voice in the back of my head saying that while a love like that is possible, it’s not for me. Because even before I knew the truth, I knew I wasn’t like the other witches and warlocks.
But then I met Lucas and all my fears and worries went away. He is, without a doubt, the love of my life. There will never be another like him. He kisses and sucks at my skin, teasing me, and I scramble to undo his pants. I pop the button and the force of his erection is enough to push the zipper down.
He moans when I cup my hand over his cock. Another wave of desire crashes over me and I circle my thumb over the gleaming tip of his erection. I need him inside me now or I’m going to explode. Everything is wound so tight inside me and the release is going to be fucking spectacular. I move my hand to his back and buck my hips, rubbing myself against him. Lucas positions his fangs against my neck, but right when I think he’s going to bite down, he rolls us over so I’m straddling him. Planting my hands on his chest, I pitch forward, tousled hair hanging down in his face, and rub myself against him. It wouldn’t take long for me to come just like this, but right as I feel the orgasm start to build, Lucas grabs my wrists and moves my arms back.