Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She knew this because after he worshipped her most intimately, he repositioned her limp, hungry body, and stretched out as if he were making himself comfortable for the duration.
He did not stop.
The pleasure was… unparalleled.
* * *
Talk about heaven.
As Lassiter sucked his female off with his mouth, making it all about her, he was very aware of not wanting to do anything else or be anywhere else. Nuzzling into her sex, he savored her, and after her first couple of orgasms, he licked two fingers and slipped them inside of her. Paying all kinds of attention to the top of her slit, he penetrated her with a rhythm that he knew was going to—
“Lassiter…”
The sound of his name leaving her mouth like that was more than he could handle. And he made his own need even worse by looking up as he ate at her. On the far side of her taut breasts, all he could see was the column of her throat and the tip of her chin as she arched back in ecstasy.
Fucking hell, his cock had its own heartbeat, and the damn thing was running a sprint between his thighs.
Rearing up, he shoved the loose pants down, grabbed his shaft—and plowed into her. As she cried out again, he propped his weight on one palm, stretched her leg up, and went in deep. He had marked her before, during the hours they’d spent in the cave, but now was different. It felt so… very different.
He started to come, ejaculating inside her, and as soon as the release passed, he pulled out and started pumping himself off.
He covered her core with his essence, and he knew she loved it by the way she spread her legs as wide as she could, her open folds receiving everything he had to give her, his releases gleaming on her sex, her lower abdomen—now her breasts.
The bonded male in him, which he hadn’t known he had to offer, was taking over, marking her, claiming her as his own.
And when it was all over, his energy spent, his come drained, his body loose as water, his collapse was so abrupt, he literally fell on her as his arm gave out. Panting together, he rolled onto his side and took her with him. Fitting her into his chest, he closed his eyes as her breathing regulated into the steady rise and fall of deep sleep.
He could not join her.
The evening had been perfect, and he wouldn’t have changed a thing. But time was passing, the uncomplicated joy of those joyous hours receding as an island departed from. And the sea of destiny was getting rocky.
It was time for him to go see the Creator.
There was no putting it off any longer. Eddie and Adrian had joined the fight, which was great—and also wrong. But they were going to have to deal with the fallout from their situation, just like he was going to have to deal with his.
He had to make things right with the Creator. Whatever that looked like, whatever he had to do.
“Rahvyn,” he whispered, though he hated to wake her.
“Mmmmmm?”
He smiled at the way his cock, as exhausted as it was, sprang back to life at the sound of that one, drawn-out syllable, coming off her lips.
“I’ve got to return the gold to the brothers.” He hated lying to her, but he didn’t want her to know where he was headed—and at least there was no reason to worry about her safety here. “Listen, these quarters are totally secure. I’ve willed it so no one can enter them right now, not even Wrath himself. If you do decide to explore, just stick to the library and the Temple of the Sequestered Scribes, okay? I’ll be back soon, and will go with you if you want a stroll.”
“I doubt very much I shall go anywhere else but this bed,” she mumbled. “Love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed her on the top of her head, and when she lifted her mouth, he kissed her there as well. “You’re safe, I promise.”
Moving away from her was like peeling the skin off his corporeal form, and after he pulled a soft blanket over her naked body, he swung by the bathroom he’d created for himself so he could stand beneath the waterfall there for a minute. After he donned a white robe in a show of respect, he went back and watched Rahvyn sleep.
He and the Creator had never particularly gotten along.
But there was no way he was leaving the female who rested so peacefully in his bed.
He was prepared to go up against the greatest force in the universe just to stay by her side.
The last thing he said to her, before he left…
“I love you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Sometime later—it felt like hours, mayhap it was merely a solitary single—Rahvyn woke up. Stretching her arms over her head, she arched her body and curled her spine back, releasing tension that had been created by muscles sore for the very best reason. Indeed, Lassiter’s scent was all over and around her, and she patted the bedding platform beside herself in the dim glow, convinced for a moment he was still with her.