Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Finally, every inch stretches me. I hiss as he lifts me up, up until the tip of his erection is barely tucked inside me. Despite my soreness, I need him. I can’t stand another moment without him. If he wants me, I’m his. So I wriggle, tempting him to pack me full again.
He laves his way up my neck and steps forward as he pushes me down, shoving me full of his hard cock.
Bam! The electric sensation jolts every nerve in my body. Oh, my days! In this position, Caden feels both enormous and more determined than the many times he’s already pleasured me. This time, there is something different about his lovemaking—more concentrated, compelling, certain.
Another step, and he lifts me, only to shove me down again with his next stride. The amazing sensations ricochet through my body. After days of sex, I should be completely desensitized. Instead, I’m more receptive to each touch.
Once back in my room, Caden kicks my door shut and lowers me to my bed, still buried deep inside me. Then he grabs the far side of the mattress and uses the leverage to impale me with long, rhythmic strokes.
“Feel me,” he entreats with a growl.
How can I not? This is madness.
Bliss soars in seconds under his unrelenting demand. I thrust against him, feeling passion catch fire in my blood. In response, Caden wraps one arm around me, grabbing my backside and canting my hips up to his even more. And with his next thrust, I scream.
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear. “So tight, so perfect.” Then he picks up the pace, going from frenzied to frantic. The bam, bam, bam of the headboard against the wall fills my ears like a chant. “Damn it, it’s near.”
Orgasm? Yes!
Ecstasy begins to overtake me. The burning ache brewing deep in my womb races in a hot flood to my clit. It builds—bigger than anything I’ve experienced. I claw at him, bite into his hard shoulder, feel my pussy tighten on his swelling cock.
That only ramps up the friction and sends me closer to the edge.
The bed shakes, as does my body. Every nerve ending topples on the edge of a huge precipice. Suddenly, I’m holding my breath, anticipating, needing and desperate. I lose my breath, the edges of my vision go dark.
Then climax hits me, flattening me in a burst of ecstasy and emotion, red-hot pleasure piercing my entire body. As a buzzing winds through my head and my vision tilts, a starburst of feeling inside me explodes. I rain kisses across Caden’s shoulder, his neck. And I know that, even if he leaves me, I’ll always belong to him.
The thought slams my beleaguered brain as Caden wraps both arms around me like I’m his life jacket in a storm-tossed sea. His grunts thunder into a shout of completion that makes my ears ring as he pounds into me savagely, one breath-stealing thrust after the other. As he does, I feel the heat of his release inside me.
His shouts turn to sobs, and his body shudders as he rolls onto his side, taking me with him, arching his back and still fucking me as if his life depends on it. I grab him tighter, giving him all my strength as his face wrenches with agony.
“Oh, god! No. No! Oh, my—” Then he screams something low, shudder-inducing, and utterly agonizing.
When I realize why, I follow suit at the top of my lungs.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Caden
“Bloody fucking hell!” Sydney screeches as she leaps from the bed, clutching the sheet against her bare breasts.
Her voice lures me back from the blackness and fog. My thoughts swim through exhaustion and confusion. Why the blazes is she screaming?
“What in God’s name is going on? Do you have a kinky twin fantasy?” she demands.
What in the sodding hell is she on about? “No.”
Her gaze bounces between me and some point just over my shoulder. Nothing makes sense. Her words rattle around in my head, but figuring them out isn’t nearly as appealing as a twelve-hour nap.
“You expect me to believe that?” she demands. “When did he get here?”
“Who?”
“Him!” She points behind me with a furious scowl.
A sinking feeling cuts into my mellow haze as I glance over my shoulder. On the far side of the bed sits another man. Another me, in fact. It’s like looking in a bloody mirror. Except when I move, my mirror image merely shrugs.
A corporeal clone. I produced a motherfucking clone? That’s my special power?
Welcome to magickind.
“Fuck!”
Well, at least I know why I felt as if I was being torn in half. Creating another self out of thin air will do that.
“Is this how you managed to shag me senseless? Did you two take turns popping in and out of my bedroom, snickering at me behind my back and high-fiving each other as you passed in the hall?”