Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
This was fate.
This was ours.
This moment.
These seconds.
I gripped the collar of his black jacket.
His eyes burned with intensity, never leaving mine. “I claim you… Luna, my Luna, my moon, my star, my world.”
I grinned up at him. “You’re good with words.”
“I’m good with words, my hands, my mouth…” He leaned in as his teeth grazed the side of my neck. “But I know how to be bad.”
I clenched my thighs together. “Oh?”
“Mmmm…” He kissed up my neck and then tugged my ear with his teeth. “And I’ll even be good to you, so good that you’ll forget what clan you come from.”
I almost froze.
Clan?
“I believe you,” I said instead.
And then his mouth collided with mine.
I twisted my arms around his neck, desperate to get closer as he tugged at my corset, then, in frustration, pulled back, grabbed a knife, and slid it between the thread, ripping it from the front so he could tug it down.
Warm hands cupped my breasts as I arched back against the tree.
“Mine,” he rasped and then devoured my moan with his lips.
Those same wicked hands found my skirt, bunching it into a fist as he lifted it past my hips, pinning me with his knee against the bark.
“Benjamin.” I leaned back, exposing my neck as he kissed, as the cool night air hit my thighs.
Everything felt so real—so perfect.
He moved, and then he was suddenly there.
His hot length pulsing against my entrance.
I opened my eyes.
He was staring at me in wonder, no longer moving.
“What?” I whispered. “What’s wrong?” My chest was heaving as he continued to stare, his gorgeous jawline firm like he was clenching his teeth.
“You.” He growled. “It will always be you, Luna. Always.”
“Promise?”
He thrust into me so hard that I could have sworn I saw stars explode around me. “Promise.”
“Make it so,” I begged.
“Already done,” he answered as he pumped into me.
And I was free.
Finally free.
The darkness gone.
Only light.
Only me and Benjamin Wells.
Only me… and my forever.
Only me and what I’d been missing for my entire existence.
My other half.
I jerked awake, my thighs aching, my body still coming down from one of the best orgasms I’d ever had—with a squeal, I tumbled out of the bed onto the floor, tangled in the sheets like I’d been in bed with him.
I brought my shaky hands to my mouth. It felt hot, swollen, and I could swear I could taste him there on my lips.
What the hell?
I looked down. My clothes were torn down the middle like the corset.
It had felt so real.
And with as much as I’ve researched, I knew that dreams were a way for your body to process your day, but Benjamin hadn’t even touched me today; if anything, he’d tried to scare me or threaten me.
At best, he barely tolerated me.
And yet, I knew his touch like my own.
I knew his kisses.
I knew his taste.
And I knew if I closed my eyes, I would hear his voice and feel the deep timbre as he pressed kiss after kiss against my neck.
A solitary tear ran down my cheek.
I swiped it away.
Was my life always going to be like this?
As if I was crazy?
Would I always find someone I loved only to have them either run in the opposite direction or die?
The darkness was choking then as if mocking my dreams, and I couldn’t get the feeling of his kiss out of my head, not even if I tried.
So, I got up.
And found a new set of clothes.
Because there was no other option.
I glanced at the stupid clock again. The last I’d looked, it was six, and now it was six-thirty. What? Had all of that happened in a half hour?
“It was just a dream,” I whispered to myself.
A really good, mind-altering, sexy dream.
Benjamin Wells was still back in his mansion, in his library, drinking wine and grumbling about life and probably grumbling about the fact that he’d said yes to me.
And I was here, at a random inn, trying my best to keep my job, stay safe, and research what I could about this town and my mom’s final words before she vanished from this world.
More tears threatened, but I’d shed enough for a lifetime, and after a while, the anger was preferred because sadness just gave a person hope, and I was done hoping that anything would ever be fully normal.
I slowly swayed on my feet with a grimace as the pain in my leg seemed to find its own separate heartbeat again.
On cue, my stomach rumbled. All I’d had was a glass of wine and a whole eyeful of Benjamin Wells.
It always came back to him, didn’t it?
And I’d been there less than twenty-four hours.
Damn, that man was beautiful. It was a harsh beauty, though, brought out of something that I was almost afraid to research, which wasn’t like me. I usually wanted answers, and this time I felt the need to stay far away from his house but close to him, not that it made any sense.