Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Sinking my teeth into my lip, I focused on the friction of his skin against mine, the hard length of his cock rubbing across my clit, and his tight ass. My God, his ass was the best place to hold on. All those contracting muscles, like boulders grinding beneath my palms, had a wicked effect on my libido.
And his dirty talk only added fuel to the fire.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take it. Fuck it like a dirty girl,” he rasped, his voice seductively dark. “Goddamn, look at you.”
I could only imagine what I looked like. A wanton creature with her legs splayed open and her tits bouncing and her eyes shining with infatuation, adoration, and maybe, if she was stupid enough, love.
“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Always.”
I meant it. No matter what happened, no matter who I was forced to wed, I belonged to Magnus Falke from this day forward.
The air changed with his declaration and the direction of my thoughts. It thickened, deepened, and our bodies came together in a more profound way, fusing on a soulful level that transcended the lust burning between us.
Each thrust felt like an expression, an extension of something growing beyond our flesh and bones. I felt my world expanding, and where I’d once only known loneliness, I now felt warmth and soul-deep happiness.
His hand found mine and held it between my breasts with our fingers entwined.
Then he kissed me, looked directly into my eyes, and growled, “Come with me, baby.”
His will was my command. God knew I could come just from the sound of his voice. As he bore down and thrust with the perfect pressure and rhythm, I dove into his gaze and right off the cliff, soaring with him, moaning with him, and falling with him. For him.
“Tinsley, fuck. Oh, God, fuuuuck.” He slammed to a stop, buried to the hilt, and dropped his head back, roaring my name.
That strong jaw worked as he came, his muscles straining and body shaking. I was so entranced by the glorious sight of him I forgot to fill my lungs.
“Breathe, gorgeous.” His mouth covered mine, his tongue licking lazily.
Once we both floated back to the ground, he let his flaccid cock slide out of me, only to replace it with two fingers.
“Have you missed any pills?” He circled my opening, tormenting and arousing sensitive tissues.
I shook my head.
We’d never talked about this, but of course, he knew everything about me. I was on the pill to help regulate my heavy bleeding, and he had to sign off on all the medications that came into the school.
He pushed his fingers inside me, scooping and pressing as if to keep his come from falling out.
“You’re such a caveman.” I flopped a leg over his thigh, enjoying the view of him playing with my body. “I want to do it again. Unless, of course, you can’t? What’s the recovery time for old men? Will you be needing Viagra?”
In a blur, he was on me, tearing his teeth into my boob and wrenching a howling scream from my throat.
“We’re leaving.” He kissed the bite mark, watching me.
“Back to your rectory? I don’t want to stay in the dorm. I have a couple of weeks with you and—”
“We’re leaving the campus.” He stroked a thumb across my lips. “I’m taking you into the mountains.”
CHAPTER 31
MAGNUS
Very few residents hung around the village during the holidays, but I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me leave with the youngest Constantine daughter. So I put her in a cab and sent her into the White Mountains without me.
Then I waited an agonizing three hours.
During that time, I could’ve changed my mind. I could’ve made a dozen different choices that didn’t fuse her fate with mine. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. This was happening. Not because I’d planned it. But because it was destined. We were inevitable.
I hadn’t been called to be a priest.
I’d been called to be hers.
Whether this was kismet, God’s will, some divine decree, or a fucking cosmic alignment, I didn’t care. I didn’t need an explanation to be with her. Just like I didn’t need an explanation to breathe. I did both by instinct.
No one in the village witnessed her departure, and three hours later, no one was around to see me leave, either.
I sent texts to Crisanto and a few faculty members, letting them know I’d decided to go to my cabin for the remainder of the break. Not unusual since I spent the summers and most holidays there.
On the way, I stopped in a small New England town and picked up a couple of weeks’ worth of groceries.