Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“I’m not finished with you.”
“Thank fuck.”
He hefted her up and guided her toward the bookshelves. The holly vines tangled down the expanse, red berries visible in the thorny branches. Books lined the shelves for what felt like miles. He turned her and slammed her back into the shelf. Thorns dug into her back, and berries crushed under her spine. The entire shelf shuddered behind her.
She reached for him, dragging their lips together and getting a taste of her own arousal on his tongue. Fucking hell, it was hot.
She fumbled for his suit pants, unwilling to break the kiss but needing him in fewer clothes. She slid the belt loose, snapped the button on his pants, and then dragged the zipper low. When they hung loose on his hips, she slipped her hand in and brushed her fingers against his cock.
A guttural noise left his lips as she wrapped her hand around him. But fuck, she could barely close her fingers around him. She broke away long enough to get a look at the full rigid length. Her body trembled with need at the sight. As she stroked him, her eyes widened with appreciation.
“Like the view?” he asked.
She licked her lips and met his gaze. “I’d like it better inside of me.”
His answer was to grasp her thighs and wrap them around his legs. She reached overhead and wound the vines around her wrists, clutching them firmly for support. They bit into her skin, and she couldn’t even care, because with one easy stroke Graves buried himself deep inside of her.
Her head dropped back, and she tightened her grip on the vines. She had been thinking about this since they danced that first time, and he did not disappoint. He stretched her to fullness, her body enveloping his cock. He held her up like she weighed nothing with his hands on her ass. And she didn’t care, didn’t think of the magic that likely allowed it or any of the other things that could complicate this. Just him, all of him. Then he started to move. An easy slide out and a hard thrust back in. She had no words, no pleas left on her tongue, just satisfaction in every movement. And she wondered if he was no beast or monster at all. But a god. A fucking god.
He slammed her against the bookshelf as he did exactly what she wanted—he let loose. The tightly controlled Graves was gone. The man, the beast, the god was here. And he showed no mercy.
His hard thrusts were as relentless as the beating sun. All she could do and all she wanted to do was take it as the sun shone on her in all its glory. She might get burned, but it was worth it.
She’d been with other lovers. But nothing, not a single other person could compare to him. Not even if she managed another lifetime of lovers.
Her heart galloped ahead of her as her climax rose deep and intense within her. “I’m so close.”
“With me,” he commanded, and she could do nothing else.
It wasn’t magic that held her. It was him. A command that needed no magic to have power. She held on and on as he drove into her. Then she could hold on no longer. She opened her mouth to tell him, but all that came out was a cry as she released around his cock.
He followed immediately, roaring as he emptied deep inside of her. His hands tightened on her ass, and she could feel every ridge and pulse and flex inside of her body. She shook as he pumped into her a few more times, hitting her at all-new heights, before he finally finished.
Her own cries turned to whimpers and groans as she came down from her high. She released her hands from their bruised and aching grasp on the vines and dropped them onto his shoulders. Her head fell forward against his chest. Their heartbeats united as their chests heaved from the exertion. He slowly slid out of her and dropped her gently to her feet. She stumbled, her legs turning to jelly, and he kept a steadying arm around her waist.
“I . . .” she whispered, looking up at him with bedroom eyes.
His answering kiss stole her breath from her lungs. As if he, too, needed one more kiss after all of that. When they broke apart, she just stared up at him, perplexed.
What had he done to her? Had he ruined her for all other sex?
Only a glimmer in the back of her mind said she didn’t care.
She didn’t care one bit.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Kingston smiled at her as cheery and bright-eyed as ever when she came downstairs for breakfast the next morning. Was that a glimmer in his eye? Did he know what had happened?
Isolde just hummed to herself over the griddle. Graves was nowhere to be seen.