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)
Her hesitant request, and all it implied, took his fucking breath away.
Holy hell, he’d sat at the foot of the Creator, had seen the earth from another dimension, had felt the shifts of births and deaths alike—and never, never, had he been so moved, never had he been so resolved. And as he imagined doing exactly what Rahvyn had asked, Devina’s specter was instantly raised, and he slapped that shit down. He was going to lock that nasty in his vault and never think of it again.
Wiped clean. Erased. Gone, as if it had never happened.
After all, why burden Rahvyn with what he’d gone through.
As a sense of peace came over him, it was unexpected—and he brushed her lips with his thumb. “I’m going to kiss you. Now. And you can tell me… whatever else you want me to do. Or if you change your mind, we can stop—”
“I am not going to stop.” Her eyes went to his mouth. “I think I decided the first moment I saw you, at Luchas House, in the garage. I chose you then, I choose you now.”
Fucking hell, he couldn’t breathe. “I remember that moment. You captivated me. You were standing there with Sahvage, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Kiss me…”
Lassiter leaned in and got lost in her eyes, the world around them disappearing—and this kind of magic, so different from what came with rage, was something he was into. He’d been so destroyed by the demon, left demoralized and unsure on how he could recover, but Rahvyn was showing him the way: In service to her, he was given a further purpose that made him whole in a way he couldn’t have foreseen.
Saving them both.
I love you, he thought just as he put his mouth on hers.
Lassiter kept the kiss soft and slow, giving her all kinds of opportunity to pull back, rethink, pump the brakes. When she just made a pleading sound—that went right down between his legs—he tilted his head and deepened the contact, stroking his lips over hers as he cupped her nape. She was the one who lay back, and when he went with her, their bodies stretching out together, he threw the lock on the door with his mind.
Lifting his head a little, he took a moment to soak in the sight of her, her silken hair flowing over the pillow, her hungry eyes roaming around his face and shoulders—as if she didn’t know what to expect.
And that was when it dawned on him. This was a first time for them both, in a way.
God, he hoped he could make it good for her, and as he worried about whether he was going to know how to pleasure his female, shadows of that nightmare with the demon prowled around the periphery, sure as there were versions of Devina stalking the bed.
Kissing Rahvyn again banished the threat, and he learned what she liked, what made her surge up to him, what caused her to press her breasts into his pecs. But he still kept his hips back because he was hard as a two-by-four, his body instantly ready to mate.
“Can I touch you?” she asked against his mouth.
The groan that came out of him was all anticipation. “Anywhere.”
More with the kissing, as her hands rode up his biceps and drifted across his shoulders. Then they were in his hair, sinking in, bringing him even more firmly to her mouth. Following her need, he was careful as he entered her with his tongue, licking inside of her, going gently—
He was so in tune with making sure he was treating her lips with the attention they deserved that he didn’t immediately notice she was pulling his scrubs top up his chest. Eventually, however, the cool air hitting his hot skin got through to him, and he eased back again.
“May I see you,” she whispered, her silver eyes shimmering.
“Whatever you want.” He sat up. “Do you want to do the undressing or should I—”
She answered the question before he finished it, her hands going back to the hem of the blocky blue shirt, and as she lifted the bottom, he put his arms up.
Higher, higher, higher—
Just as his head was swamped in the folds, she made a purring noise—and then he could see again. As she saw the top half of him.
She dropped the shirt to the floor like she forgot she was even holding it—and put her hands on him, starting at his collarbones. The wonder in her face made him feel more masculine than anything else ever had, and he wished he were wearing all his gold chains now so that he could feel them move over his skin and hear the sweet chiming as she explored his pecs… and followed the links down to the piercing in the head of his cock.