Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Henrik’s big body loomed over her, his muscles so taut they popped under the tight shirt. The whole bed trembled under the strain of his restraint. Trained on her mouth, his eyes glowed and threw off sparks like a pair of spotlighted diamonds. His nostrils flared. He panted and shuddered.
The dark promise of his words hung in the space between them. I’m going to be all over you.
It was the most viscerally erotic moment of her life, and they weren’t even touching. Heat roared over Kaira’s skin—heat that had nothing to do with her illness.
She’d never been more aroused in her life, hadn’t even known her body was capable of feeling this way, nearly vibrating with life and need and want.
His desire warmed the entire room, beaded her nipples, and dampened her panties. She’d never felt so wanted, not surprising since her illness did little to attract the opposite sex. But it was more than that.
It wasn’t just that some man desired her, it was that this one did.
Immortal. Powerful. Royal.
And she possessed the ability to help him. To be the savior, for once, not the person who needed saved.
She pulled her thumb from her mouth.
The sound of cracking plastic exploded from under Henrik’s right hand.
And then he was on her. Though not the way she expected.
He grasped her face and planted his mouth on hers. His hands dug into her hair as his big body climbed over hers. He worshipped her with devouring kisses, his hands clutching and holding her with each kiss and withdraw.
Sexual heat radiated off him and soaked into her depths. A soft growl rumbled in his chest and she longed to feel it against her own. Yet, he kept his weight off her, almost like he was afraid to fully yield to the chemistry pulling them together.
Kaira’s heart tripped into a sprint, making her gasp for oxygen around his demanding, desperate kisses. His big hands tilted her head and tugged at her hair, and she let herself be guided. Loved it, actually. And when he pushed his tongue into her mouth, dizziness swamped her. His incredible male spice was a thousand times more potent on her tongue. Hunger erupted deep inside her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He licked into her mouth and groaned and shook, his muscles nearing full-out tremors. What would it be like if he let loose that tremendous restraint? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Or that she could handle it if he did.
But God the thought of it made her wet.
Her tongue brushed something hard and unyielding. His fang. She moaned into the kiss and he growled and surged forward, pressing her back into the pillows. His body overflowed the narrow bed and so completely encompassed hers that he was all she knew, all she smelled, all she tasted.
A warm tingling heat gathered low in her belly and her hips tilted and rocked of their own accord. Her body yearned for friction, for contact, for penetration. The fact that her experience was so limited made these desires new and scary, but no less intense. She whined and whimpered and tugged at his broad shoulders.
With one strong arm, he shifted their bodies. Kaira didn’t really notice until the next thrust of her hips brought the aching place between her legs up against something warm and hard. She unleashed a strangled moan into the kiss and thrust again. Squeezing her thighs, she realized he’d slid his leg between hers. She rubbed herself against his thigh, alternating between holding her breath and gasping for air as she chased the maddening pressure growing within her core.
For just a second, her bottom lip pinched and stung where she’d been struck. And then Henrik unleashed an animalistic groan just before a sensation of suction pulled at the small wound made by the Soul Eater—and now accidentally opened again.
She was bleeding. And he was drinking her blood.
Fear and arousal shot through her veins in equally shocking amounts, followed by the dragging heat of lust. His thigh pressed more insistently against her, and she could do nothing to resist her grinding need for his touch.
But now that she’d acknowledged her fear, it escalated, tearing her in two between what her body wanted and what her head thought was right…was safe.
His lips tugged hers and she caught a flash of brilliant light from his eyes.
And then blinding white light was all she saw. The orgasm ripped through her in a wave of breath-stealing contractions. She wrenched her head against the pillows, every muscle in her body taut. For a long, exquisite moment, she was floating in the heavens with her auroras, absolutely filled with bliss.
It wasn’t just physical bliss either. The intimacy of the moment, of their conversation before, it was closer than she’d been with anyone…maybe ever. And, whether it should or not, that meant so much to her.