Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 242728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1214(@200wpm)___ 971(@250wpm)___ 809(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 242728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1214(@200wpm)___ 971(@250wpm)___ 809(@300wpm)
I opened wider for him.
He rewarded me with a tug on my hair and a rock of his hips. His heart pounded in his chest, keeping time with my erratic, racing beat.
We kissed wildly.
Madly.
We kissed as if this was familiar and right, even while every sense screamed with newness and delicious drunken shock.
He shuddered with a tattered grunt.
Another flush of blackness poured from his back, coating us in layers of darkness as his body glowed ice-hot.
There was nothing but us.
No sound, no air, no dusk.
His hands loosened from my hair and flattened against my shoulders, pulling me deeper onto his lap.
He groaned as my heat rocked over his hardness.
He quaked as if I’d broken him.
I moaned again as needy pressure built between my legs, teased by the steady pulse of his hips driving against mine.
My sunburst mark stung with agony.
My mind swam.
My blood sang.
His touch was too much.
His kiss was death and life, annihilation and rebirth. Killing me, reviving me, dragging me into an entirely new existence.
I cried out as his arms banded around my waist.
With a powerful flip and grace gifted by darkness, he tore me off his lap and pressed me flat on the grass. My thighs spread as he covered me in his weight, his hips still clad in his wolf pelt, his mouth claiming me as if he couldn’t breathe unless we were one.
His hands roamed as if he needed to touch me everywhere, all at once. Desperate and greedy, pawing and spreading fire with every finger.
My back arched as he cupped my breast, then shuddered as he squeezed my hip.
His teeth nipped at my ear.
His hand slid down my leg, circled my stinging mark, then slipped up my deerskin wrap.
I stiffened.
Fear of what Aktor had done came and went.
Horrible memories tried to steal the freedom of lust and longing.
Darro stilled.
His hand trembled on my inner thigh. His forehead wedged on mine as he gulped for air. With a savage snarl, he went to pull away. “I’m not like him. I’d never—”
“It’s okay,” I whispered, panting. “I-I...want you to.”
And I did.
This was all so new. So sudden. So wanted and needed and right.
His eyes met mine, blazing black and silver. His gaze searched me as intimately as his hands had possessed my body.
And in that fragile, frantic moment, I saw everything I needed to see.
Saw him.
Us.
My past.
My present.
My everything.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t have to.
I knew.
I knew how his heart swelled. How his very form was itchy and hot, as if it would shatter if we didn’t touch, kiss, and join.
I knew because I felt it too.
With a feral groan, he fell on top of me. His mouth slammed to mine, kissing me punishingly deep.
I kissed him back.
Our lips burned and tongues danced, and my heart overflowed with home.
His hand slid up my leg.
I cried out with mind-shattering ecstasy as his touch brushed the wetness between my thighs.
Desperation unravelled.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything.
I gave myself entirely over to him as a single finger dipped inside me. “Oh—”
He swallowed a snarl as he lost himself in me, claiming me as his, as I’d always been.
Shooting stars rained as his finger sank deeper.
My mind split apart.
And in the wreckage, a missing piece of myself opened its eyes and saw.
I saw him.
I gasped at memories of us.
The midnight honey taste of him slipped from memory into truth.
The reverent way he’d always cared.
The love he’d always harboured.
I cried out as Darro’s touch pushed me closer and closer toward the veil hiding so many other things. I wanted him to tear it down. I wanted to see every moment we’d shared and every forbidden heartbeat.
His finger feathered inside me.
I moaned.
My legs widened.
I felt more myself, more real, more alive than I’d ever been.
“Runa...” He exhaled with a grunt, pushing a second finger inside me.
My eyes shot wide as he rocked his hand.
Light.
Sunshine all around us.
I choked on what he’d done to me.
The black cocoon of his shadows reflected a shimmering golden glow, manifested by desire and awakening.
A golden glow coming directly from...me.
His eyes opened. He froze. And then, absolute adoration clogged his throat as he choked. “It is you.” His eyes were luminous with my softly glowing light, his lips swollen, love molten. “Stars, I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
His mouth sought mine again.
His tongue entered me just as his fingers pulsed inside, stroking me, sending me into delirium.
A dark chuckle tangled with a tortured groan. “No wonder I’m drawn to you.” He nuzzled my neck, skating his tongue from my ear to my jaw. “You are light itself, and I am just a moth... a moth desperate to bask in you.”
His fingers withdrew, only to thrust back inside.
My head tipped back as I lost myself to the building, blinding bliss. I scratched at his back, spinning like a star, glowing like the sun.