Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 146722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 734(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 734(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
To him, she was as powerful as a motherfucking deity.
Diel’s breathing was ragged, but he didn’t give a fuck about lost breath. Noa was pressed against him, and he felt every exaggerated curve of her body. Noa lifted her hand and moved back a strand of black hair that had fallen over his left eye.
He tensed with need as Noa smiled and whispered, “There he is.” Her hushed comment made his heart swell so big he thought it might rip out of his chest. Then her hand traveled down his face, leaving a river of heat in its wake. Diel bit his lip at her touch, his monster’s memories showing him just how much they’d craved it. How the man had had nothing to fear from her. She was like them. God had made her just like them. At that thought, Diel rolled his hips forward, but he froze when her fingertips drifted to the scar around his neck.
Diel held his breath, closing his eyes. He became completely still, a veritable statue, as Noa ran the top of her nail over his mangled and mutilated skin. Diel exhaled in stuttered bursts from his nose as her finger traveled to the nape of his neck, then back to where his collar had sat against his Adam’s apple. He opened his eyes, chest aching. Noa was breathing heavily too, her pupils blown. Her back arched off the wall, and she pressed her leather-covered breasts against Diel’s slick, naked chest.
Groaning savagely, Diel pinned her harder against the wall. Noa smiled as her breath hitched at the contact. Her cheeks burst with redness, and her wet tongue licked her slightly parted lips. Then she leaned forward, and, clutching the back of his head, threading his messy dark locks through her fingers, she flicked out her tongue once more and traced it over the ruined skin where his collar once sat.
Diel roared at the maddening feel of her hot tongue lapping at his biggest scar, then he wrapped her hair in his hand and crushed his mouth to hers. He didn’t overthink it. He just took and took and tasted Noa in his mouth, his tongue thrusting against hers.
He’d never kissed anyone before. Never known how to even do it correctly. But instinct took the lead, and he devoured her mouth with the same intensity as he would make a kill—completely, thoroughly, and with blood swelling his cock and darkness thrashing in his veins. Inexperience didn’t matter at that moment—it was lust and the magnetic pull of her and him and all the soul-scalding fire that raged like an inferno between them.
Noa’s responding moan swirled around them, and Diel’s hips thrust forward, searching to take her further, deeper, to swallow her whole. Noa shifted her body closer still. Jumping high enough to wrap her long legs around Diel’s waist, she threaded her arms around his neck, yanking him as close as she could.
That was the breaking of the floodwall, the dropping of any barrier the old Diel had failed to destroy.
Using his chest to keep her pinned against the wall, he smashed his lips to hers, unable to stop ravishing her mouth, and moved his hands to the hem of her leather shirt. Noa’s strong thighs kept her hooked to his body as he reluctantly reared back and peeled the leather shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor behind him. Then he looked down and stilled, just taking in the sight of this woman against him. His quick breaths were crashing waves in his ears, drowning out anything but the two of them suspended in that surreal moment.
Diel looked into Noa’s eyes, and he saw something new in her stare. Now that his vision was unclouded and the ever-present fog had cleared from his mind, he caught Noa swallowing deeply. Color dropped slightly from her lips and cheeks. She found him watching, and her chin lifted high, bravado concealing the subtle flicker of fear.
Something unknown pulled in Diel’s sternum. His head tipped to the side as he tried to search for what it was … a piece of string. A piece of invisible string that sprouted from his chest and pierced through Noa’s. As she breathed, he felt it move. As she shifted, it twisted and turned. And then it twanged. Beat after quicker beat. Twang, twang, twang.
Diel’s eyes narrowed on Noa, studying her features to find what was wrong. Something was really fucking wrong. Then he saw it. Felt it. The string twanged again. Shaking. Trembling. Terrified.
Diel saw his hand rising to her face, like some outside force was controlling his body. But he lived every second of it. Felt Noa. She was nervous. She was scared. Her brown eyes were glistening, but she wouldn’t let it show on her stoic expression. Diel’s fingers reached her cheek and skirted over her skin. It was cold. Then his hand stilled. He stared down at his own fingers.