Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“You are my wife,” he growls. “No one else is looking at you, let alone touching you. I will crush their heart and pull out their spine before they have the chance to lay a finger on you.”
I inhale, knowing that Lucas isn’t making an empty threat. He really will do it, and lord have mercy on anyone who gets in his way.
“I don’t want anyone but you.”
Lucas snarls, fangs flashing right before me. My heart skips a beat and he tightens his grip on my throat.
His cock starts to harden against me, making me wetter than I already am. I swallow hard, feeling my throat move against Lucas’s hand. He’s holding my gaze, hungry for both my blood and my body. I inhale, causing my breasts to rise against his firm chest.
Then in a swift and sudden movement, he kisses me, hand dropping from my neck to my waist. Using vampire strength, he picks me up with ease. My legs fasten around his waist and he steps back, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. He falls back with me in his lap while I’m desperately putting my lips to his. Holding me close, his tongue slips in my mouth and I let out a soft moan, wanting nothing but my husband right now.
My heart swells in my chest, feeling so much fucking love for Lucas right now. He’s everything I wanted and never knew I needed. He’s more than I ever thought I deserved and I don’t know how I functioned without him.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I grind against him, feeling his hard cock press against me. I attempt to push Lucas back so I can magically strip him of his pants, but it’s like pushing a brick wall. He doesn’t so much as budge, and instead, flips us over so he’s on top of me. I bend my legs up, fingers wrapping around the hem of his shirt.
He kisses me again, a deep growl coming from inside of him. Fuck, it’s so hot to know that he wants me. That I’m the one turning this man on and that I’m the only one he wants—the only one he needs.
Bringing his face to my neck, he lets his fangs brush against my neck, sharp tips teasing and causing the slightest bit of pain. My eyes flutter shut and Lucas sucks at my skin, sending another jolt through me before he moves down, pushing my shirt up. I raise my arms over my head, making it easy for him to take my clothes off.
Desperation builds inside me and magic sparks around my fingers. Lucas gets off when I use magic on him during sex. It’s the only way I can overpower him and no one has ever been able to dominate him before.
“You are mine,” he whispers in my ear and I sharply inhale, remembering the first time I heard him say those three words. I was naked on the rooftop balcony of his Lincoln Park house and I was as excited and exhilarated as I was terrified. Everything was new with Lucas back then and while everyone was telling me to never trust a vampire, there was something about him, something I was so innately drawn to that I knew, deep down, there was something cosmic about the way we met.
“I am,” I breathe and arch my back as Lucas takes off my pants, pulling my underwear off with it. He sits up, feasting his eyes on my body. The way he looks at me almost does me in. There’s lust in his eyes, lust that I’m feeling as well, but it’s so much more than that.
He looks at me not like I’m the only woman in the world, but as the only woman for him.
“Lucas,” I moan, reaching for him. My fingers catch the waist of his jeans. “I need you.”
“I know,” he replies, full lips curving into a smirk. Sitting back, moonlight pools his handsome face. My god, he’s magnificent and I will never not feel like the luckiest witch on the planet to be able to call myself his wife.
We kiss, hard and desperate, before Lucas breaks away so I can pull his shirt over his head. Now he’s gloriously naked and if he doesn’t start touching me, I’m going to explode.
He brings his head down, nuzzling my neck. I rake my fingers through his hair and give him an encouraging push, though he never needs much direction from me. Sometimes he likes to tease me, make me wait and get off on knowing how much he’s driving me crazy.
Other times, like now, our desperation is mirrored and we both need to make each other come as hard and fast as we can. Yes, I enjoy when he draws it out, but it’s not like we won’t be doing this again later.