Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Her feelings spilled over, and she could no longer contain herself. She moved forward and covered her mouth with his.
Ilie stiffened.
She whispered brokenly in his mind, Milord...I love you.
Ah.
A moment later, and he sighed raggedly, Damn you.
More tears streaked down Soleil’s cheeks. Demon. He really was a demon. No one but a demon could have made such words sound so unbearably sweet.
Silver eyes caught blue ones. How do I punish you when you say that?
She couldn’t answer, gasping as she was for in the next moment, he had her lying on her back under him.
And then he was undressing her—-
No, she protested. Milord, stop, no—-
Why not? But already he had managed to completely unbutton her dress and was now pulling the sleeves down her arms.
Desire blazed into life between them, and there was nothing she wanted more than to surrender herself to his touch.
Nothing except—-
Soleil cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. Are you not in pain, Ilie? She knew so little about heartkeeping, but she was at least certain it was not an easy process. A demon having a soul was like injecting alien DNA in one’s system, one that was parasitic in nature.
Ilie closed his eyes in pleasure. She had called him by his name. But then he thought about how he had gotten so damn close to losing her—-
To never hear her say his name again—-
A shudder racked the marquis’ powerful body, and this time when he moved, he did not pay her cried protests any heed. This time, he tore the rest of her undergarments away and the moment she was naked, he moved down between her legs, placed them over his shoulders, and sank his mouth into her.
Soleil arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back at the pleasure of his kiss.
He started thrusting his tongue in and out of her, and Soleil clawed the bed as she fought to keep her screams to herself. Oh dear Lord, this pleasure. It was not of this world. It could not be. The way his tongue slid against her folds, the way it stroked the insides of her pussy—-
His mouth moved up, and as his fingers thrust between her folds, his lips closed over the tiny swollen nub of flesh.
Covering her mouth, Soleil let out a wild gasp of pleasure.
His hands went under her bottom, cupping each cheek before pushing her up to his mouth.
His fingers drove in to the very deepest part of her.
She started to come.
He bit her clitoris.
And she realized just how hard an orgasm could be and how long it could last.
When she resurfaced, she could only whisper one thing.
“Ilie.”
How she loved him.
The marquis moved up, leaning his weight on one elbow as he stared down at her.
She touched his cheek. I love you.
His lips tightened. I hope you do. I hope you fucking mean it. His voice was tight. Because when I remember the way you felt, dying in my arms—-
A devastated look entered his eyes.
Do not leave me again.
His pain reached out to her, and she swallowed back a sob. “Oh...Ilie.” It almost felt too easy to sense his feelings. Too easy, she thought achingly, but she would never, ever take it for granted.
Never, she thought.
From this day forward, she would only give him pleasure.
And with that thought, Soleil looked up into his eyes and said shakily, “Take me.”
Ilie jerked. He had only wanted her naked so he could give her pleasure and feel her come, feel her become alive in his arms.
Her smile wobbled. “Milord. Ilie. Take me—-”
His jaw hardened. “But the curse...” Even though it had been nullified, it had still taken its toll on her body, and he could sense which parts of it still ached like they had been pummeled from the inside. “You are still hurt—-”
“Just as you are still hurt.”
Dammit to hell, she was making it too hard.
And then he felt it—-
Soleil, rubbing herself against his chest, and she whispered achingly, “Milord, please—-”
His control snapped.
One moment and his clothes were gone, thrown across the room. Another moment, and he was reaching for her still-sensitive folds, stroking them until they were slick with desire yet again. Bending his head, he captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. She wept as she kissed him back, and over and over she said in their merged minds, I love you. I love you. I love you.
Shuddering, he tore his mouth away from hers and moved down to squeeze her breasts up before gorging on them. Other women knew him to be a polished lover, but with his heartkeeper, he was frantic and feverish in his need to possess her.
It was as if the mere taste of heartkeeping had broken the dam of his obsession, and now he could not get enough of her.