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)
Zachariah shifts a hand between us, gliding his fingers through my wetness and teasing my aching clit. I jolt against the touch, so damn sensitive from the teasing I’ve done to us both.
I hesitate, losing myself in the sensation of his hands on me, his mouth on mine—
I pull away from his touch, moving his hand back to my hip. “You’re going to watch,” I say, my voice taking on a level of primal seduction I’ve never heard before. “You’re going to watch me use your cock to make me feel good.”
His eyes widen, nothing but molten heat. “You can use me however you want.”
The words, coming from someone as powerful as him, someone who is used to being the one making the calls, has me completely undone.
I sink atop him in one fast motion, taking him into the hilt.
His fangs immediately punch out, a groan escaping him as I lift up and sink down again.
“Talia,” he growls as I rock against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I increase my pace. “You’re spectacular. Fucking made to ride me.”
My fangs distend as I ride him, each roll of my hips sending me further into orbit, into that wonderful place where nothing else exists outside of the sensation of our bodies crashing together in the most delicious way.
I throw my head back, eyeing the sparkling stars above us as I gasp for breath, my body tensing each time I lift up and sink back down on him.
“So damn beautiful,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my collarbone, the tops of my breasts, anywhere he can reach. He holds me so tightly, keeping his hands right where I told him to. His touch is almost worshiping, holding and kissing me like I’m something to be revered.
I shift to look at him, catching his gaze and getting lost in it…lost in him. In the way he feels inside me, against me…like the connection we have never got severed—it merely went to sleep, and each graze of his lips, each crash of our bodies against each other is bringing it back to life.
Bringing me back to life.
Everything tightens in me the harder I rock against him, the harder I take him, and I whimper at how badly my fangs ache to sink into his flesh. My eyes fall to his neck, and I can’t help but wet my lips. I’m so damn thirsty for him.
He tilts his head. “Take what you need,” he says, offering himself to me.
It would be so easy to feed from him, to let him feed from me.
It would feel fucking amazing too.
But it would mean something.
Something I’m not ready to admit.
The thought is enough to jolt me right back to reality.
The one I’ve lived in for centuries.
I shake my head, incapable of forming words as my release builds beneath my skin like a storm.
He drops his forehead against my chest, kissing and licking and sucking on tender parts of my flesh, never once even grazing a fang against my skin.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he clings tighter to me, his control wavering the harder I fuck him.
I’m drunk on it, on him, his kiss and his body and his words.
Goddamn him.
I rock against him harder, relishing the sweet sting of pain-laced pleasure.
“Z,” I gasp as my orgasm builds, gathering right there on the crest.
“Yes,” he groans, hardening another degree inside me. “Fuck, Talia.”
The primal, claiming way he says my name sends me flying over the edge, my release snapping through me like a lightning strike. Pleasure bursts beneath my skin, a succession of sparks that travel from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, leaving me limp and languid atop him.
The crisp air chills our heated skin after a few moments, so I gently remove myself from him, kissing him quickly before I hurry back into my clothes.
He does the same, and when he finishes, he looks like a damned god under the moonlight, his eyes lust-slaked and his hair mussed from my fingers. His fangs are still down as he softly smiles at me, and my heart aches as I look up at him.
Too many emotions swirl in my chest—need and regret and fear and…
Too much.
It’s all too much.
He steps closer, gently gripping my chin. “When are you going to let me bite you?”
I swallow hard, hating how soft the question is. “When I can trust you again,” I answer honestly, hating the hurt that radiates in his eyes.
“That’s fair,” he says, drawing me against him. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
His power swirls around us, wending us back toward what I assume will be the library so we can resume our mission.
And while we move through time and space, I can’t help but wonder what it truly would take for him to regain my trust, and chide myself for thinking he may have already done it.