Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
“Ah, Neri.” He kissed me softly. “I’m right here. I’m never going anywhere. You have my word.”
“But how can you say that? How can you know?”
“Because I know what it’s like to lose you and I’ll never let that happen again. Ever.”
“Promise?”
“Söz veriyorum.” (I promise).
The air crackled around us as we lost ourselves in each other.
I couldn’t look away as he reached between us, removed my hand from around his erection, then shifted between my legs.
No words.
No whispers.
Only the softest moan as he guided his cock to my entrance and notched himself within me.
That precipice.
That sharp, wonderful mountain.
We teetered on the edge of it.
Then fell off together as he pushed. Slowly. Relentlessly. Spreading me with his size, penetrating my body that hadn’t been touched in such a long time.
I arched beneath him, submitting and begging.
My nails landed in his lower back as he dipped his head and kissed me. He kissed me to distraction. He kissed me while making me his. He kissed me with every inch of his length, and when he finally sank deep, deep inside me, like a key forged for its matching lock, he pressed the softest kiss to my nose, and began to fuck me.
My teeth clamped on my bottom lip to hold back my moans.
He buried his face in my neck and bit my throat to silence his roar.
Our pace started languid and slow, a rock of love and affection, but it wasn’t enough. It had never been enough for us. We needed that savage edge of cruelty. That brutal line of hard.
My bed creaked as he lost himself to me.
His fingers tangled in my hair as he pumped between my legs, driving his lower belly against my clit, hitting that humming spot inside me.
My legs spread wider, giving him everything.
Each thrust shattered the pain and loneliness of the past five years.
Each time he groaned and sank as deep as he could, he proved to me this wasn’t a dream.
This was unbelievably real, and I couldn’t stop myself.
I gave in to bliss.
I rode that wave of rapture.
I grabbed his ass and jerked him into me, and he read my mind as he turned into the predator he was named for.
His thrusts became sharp and stabbing punishments.
His breath caught, and his harsh kiss bit me with teeth.
“Come for me,” he groaned. “Come around me. Come, Neri. Please fucking come because I—” He choked and shuddered. His back rippled and eyes flared.
I witnessed the moment he lost control as his eyes blazed black and his mouth fell wide. A feral snarl escaped as he gave up trying to stop his release and threw himself headfirst into it.
He drove into me as if he hated me. As if he wanted to eradicate all the hurt between us, all the loss.
And that was it.
The first splash of his orgasm. The final link of our physical forms unravelled the coil of tightness inside me.
It unspooled, caught fire, and ricocheted outward in waves of blinding pleasure.
On and on, over and over.
My body fisted around him; he growled in pain.
We didn’t stop straining against each other, bruising each other, clawing at each other. My release wrung me dry, and by the time the magic in my blood faded and I opened my eyes, Aslan filled my entire world.
God, he’s beautiful.
And here.
Alive.
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark soul...but a glowing heart.
A heart that had been hurt and tortured.
A heart that carried as many cuts and wounds as mine.
I’d felt him.
I’d heard him.
But now...he was home.
* * * * *
“Are you hungry?” I whispered, checking my phone on my bedside table.
One a.m.
I skimmed the text from Teddy that’d come in a few hours ago.
Teddy: I don’t know how this has happened or how he’s here, but I now officially believe in miracles. I always knew you were special. I’ve often joked you’re psychic, but...it’s true. I know that without a shadow of a doubt. You never let go of him, and he never let go of you. Enjoy your miracle, Nee. Don’t worry about Ayla. Eddie and I have her covered. She won’t shut up about the man with her daddy’s name, so be prepared for that whirlwind when you finally step out of your bedroom.
I smiled and switched off the screen.
“What’s amusing?” Aslan asked, welcoming me back into his protective embrace. We hadn’t left my bed. I couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him, doing my best to ignore the silly fear that the moment I stepped foot out of my room, this would all pop and disappear.
Snuggling deeper into his arms, I smelled sex on his skin and shivered for a fourth round. Three times he’d taken me in mind-blowing missionary. He’d never withdrawn from our first release—just like many times in our past—and our second love-making had been slow and fierce, borderline torturous as we rocked and ground against each other, doing our best to become one.