The Broken Queen (Forsaken #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forsaken Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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“Have you ever done this before?”

“Done what, exactly?”

“Commitment to one woman.”

He gave a subtle shake of his head.

“Then why do you want to do it now?”

His eyes remained the same, hard and focused. “I just do.”

“But why me—”

“I don’t have a reason. If you think I’m going to sit here and recite a poem about my feelings, that’s not going to happen. I can’t explain the way I feel. I can’t justify it. But I just know that’s what I want. I don’t want to lose you, and right now, I’m willing to do anything just to be with you.”

I’d known if I came with him, this would happen. I’d end up in his bed, his hips between my thighs, my sweat dampening his sheets. But I hadn’t expected it to happen like this. I expected him to initiate it, but I was the one who put the conversation on the table. I was the one who I said I still wanted him.

I was the reason all of this had happened.

He remained still, his eyes piercing into me like daggers.

I was too tense to move. Nearly too tense to breathe.

“Be with me.”

I’d never met anyone like him. The other guys felt like boys. Ryker felt like a man. That was why it was too hard to think logically about this, because my entire body wanted him even though my mind knew it would only end in heartbreak. But I decided to worry about that later, to pick up the broken pieces of my shattered heart at another time. “Okay.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside before his hand dug into my hair. He pulled it from around my face, pinned it against the back of my head, and kissed me with passionate restraint. His arm hooked around the small of my back, and he drew me close, squeezing me against his rock-hard body.

Like a fresh piece of chocolate, I melted against his heat. His lips took mine with authority but also gentleness. Every kiss was purposeful, full of passion and dominance. He kissed me good and hard then slowed it back down as he guided me toward the bed.

His lips went to my neck, and he kissed me as he tugged on my breeches and got them over my hips. He descended my throat, his hot breaths melting my skin, his tongue tasting the salt from my sweat.

I held on to him and let him devour me, felt my breaths come out uneven, felt my heart race like it might explode.

When my pants were pushed down all the way, his thumbs hooked into my panties and scooped those away too, letting them hit the floor and join the pile. He released a quiet growl as he looked down at my naked body, from my small tits to the hair between my legs.

My hands went for his breeches, and I tugged them down, getting his underwear too, and the big dick I remembered popped free. It could barely fit into my mouth, and I knew it was about to barely fit somewhere else too.

He lifted me onto the bed and moved over me, his thick arms and legs holding up his massive weight without effort. His mouth moved to my neck once again, and he kissed me as he hooked my thigh over his hip. He started to grind, bringing his throbbing cock right against my clit.

I’d never felt a man do that before, so I clawed his back and moaned. He pushed with the right pressure, mimicking the hold created by my fingers, and soon his length became smeared with my arousal.

I was already going to release, so I steadied his hips. Wanted to save it for the right time.

He must have read it in my eyes because he kept going, kept pushing me in the perfect spot. “We’ve got all night, sweetheart.” With his face close to mine, he drove me into the finish that I tried to stall.

I was glad he continued—because it was so good.

So good that my nails sank deeper than they should. So good that my eyes moistened into forming tears. So good that I let out a moan as if there was nobody but us in the castle.

He barely let me finish before he sank inside me, giving a loud moan when he was sheathed, from the aftershocks of my climax. The tightness. The wetness. It gave him pause, made him stop to breathe. “Fuck.” He breathed the word into my face, let it come out as a whisper for only me to hear.

My satisfaction was already complete, and desire kindled into a brand-new inferno. My thighs squeezed his hips as we rocked together, as his massive size took up every inch like it had in my throat. My fingers were in his short hair, down his back, over his biceps…everywhere I could touch.


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