Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Fuck, she's hot and wet and squeezes my fingers so damn tight, the two of us losing ourselves to the passion radiating between us.
“Z,” she moans against my kiss, and lightning snaps down my spine at the term of endearment. She says it like centuries haven’t separated us, says it like I'm hers and she's mine and there's never been any other way.
I draw back, precome beading on my cock as she works me in deft, claiming strokes. As we find a rhythm touching each other in this way, so new despite feeling so fucking familiar.
“That's it,” I say, working her in sure touches and teasing plucks of her swollen clit. “You're going to come for me,” I say, nothing but primal dominance in my tone.
My fangs are dying to sink into the soft flesh of her neck, but I don't think she's ready for that.
I turn my head in submission, giving her the invitation to bite me if she wants, but instead she groans, frustration and need crinkling the delicate lines of her face.
She grips me harder, capturing my mouth in a searing, hard kiss before pulling back. “You're going to come for me, Z,” she says, her voice breathless.
“Fuck,” I say as she strokes me harder, faster, and I can do nothing but match that pace, fucking her with my hand as she rocks against it, our mouths clashing together.
I feel my release building at the base of my spine.
I sink my fingers into her farther, grinding the heel of my palm into her needy little clit, and she jerks her mouth away from mine in a ragged gasp as I feel her flutter around me.
Her lips part, her eyes closed. “Z,” she says on a shuddered breath, her thighs clenching around my hand as she comes on my fingers.
The sight of her coming on my hand, the way her lips part on the sweetest little moan, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Pair that with the way she's stroking me, and I spill hot and heady into her hand, my hips thrusting over and over as I groan, wishing my cock was sunk into her instead of my fingers.
I lean my forehead against hers, our breathing ragged.
She reaches up, kissing me again, more lazy this time, before she gently pulls away from me, walking across her chambers to wash her hands, cleaning herself up before turning to face me.
I don't bother to clean up, I simply draw my fingers to my lips to lick her flavor clean. Her skin flushes at the sight, but she shakes her head.
“You can't waste your time on me, Zachariah,” she says, not a hint of sharpness in her voice, just sincerity. “I have missions of my own now,” she continues. “I have so much going on...too much to fall for you again.”
I stride across the room, gently cupping the back of her neck as I bring my mouth down on hers again. She immediately responds to my kiss, telling me every single thing I need to know with that reaction.
“We'll see,” I say, drawing away from her, knowing I need to leave.
Because if I don't?
We'll end up in the bed two feet away, and I know she's not ready for that.
“Nothing with you would ever be a waste of time,” I continue. “And I know you have missions of your own, a life of your own. I’m not trying to alter that or take that from you. I just want the chance to be part of it.” I swallow hard. “I've heard courting is a little different in this century,” I say as I reach her door, pulling it open to step through it, lingering just outside of it.
I have to gather all the willpower I have to leave her standing there, looking gorgeous as hell and totally fuckable.
“And just so you know,” I continue before I'm about to close her door. “I may have slept for centuries, but I only ever dreamed about you.”
CHAPTER 8
Talia
Ican't help but note the time, realizing it drags so much more in the residence.
It's been a week since Zachariah visited my bedroom, making me ache in ways that no one ever has made me ache before.
His kiss felt like a lightning strike, his touch a searing brand. It’s hard to think of much else when every day that passes only makes me want him more. Makes me want to see what else he can do, if he so easily brought me to release with just the power of his fingers.
I sure as hell won’t admit that to him. Not when I know he’s still after my heart.
And I don’t think it functions properly anymore.
“Do you want another muffin?” Grace asks. She’s sitting across from me at the small dining table where me, Lyric, Jocelyn, and Annika have gathered for evening repast, none of us wanting to join the king and the hunters and assassins in the formal court.