Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
He made me feel like a queen.
Like a goddess full of unimaginable power.
I hadn’t planned on being the one to take him. But there, sitting above him, holding him at my mercy, a heavy wash of gratefulness filled me.
He gave me that mercy out of respect and love. He could overpower me in a second. He could prove that, for all of society’s conditioning that females and males were equal, when it came to brute force, most of us...weren’t.
In a way, we were stronger.
Stronger because we held the hearts of beasts and men. We could make them kneel for a kiss and beg for a single word. With his heart-given submission, Aslan gave me back my trust in myself and my hips drifted forward and back, forward and back. Stroking him, tormenting him, sending me headfirst into the drunken power he’d given me.
He groaned long and low, the tendons in his neck standing out starkly, his face etched with restraint. “You’re going to break me...aren’t you, karıcığım?”
I grinned, embracing the thrilling sensation of ruling him. “Would that be so bad?”
“Yes. Bad. Very bad.” He squirmed a little beneath me. “Give me time to get myself together. Let me pleasure you, Neri. Come higher.” His eyes glinted with wicked welcome. “Sit on my face and let me break you apart before you break me.”
Running my hand down his carved chest, I sat a little taller and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
He flinched as a stream of curses tumbled from his lips. “Neri—”
“Yes?”
“You do this, and I’m done. I’ll be the worst husband in the world because I’ll blow as—FUCK.” He snarled like a savage as I angled his rock-hard cock and inserted him an inch inside me.
His entire body broke out in trembles. “Please, Neri...wait—”
I sank over him.
His vicious growl made my hair stand on end and nipples pucker into stones.
“Fucking hell, wife.” His hand dropped from my cheek to my hip, digging his fingernails into me. “Never imagined. Never dreamed you’d feel like this—”
“Like what?” I whispered as I sat inch by delicious inch.
My body had no memory of being abused by Ethan. The bruises on my wrists didn’t ache. The burns on my ankles didn’t sting. Every part of me was here. With Aslan. Humming and thrumming, coming alive in ways it never had before.
“Like fucking everything,” he gasped. “You are everything to me. My air. My blood. My bones. I-I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t—” Another stream of curses cut him off as my body adjusted to his impressive size, and I kept sinking.
I took him piece by piece. I took him deep. I claimed him forever as mine.
And when my clit rubbed against the base of him, I let out a cry full of healing.
By claiming him, I claimed myself.
I was free.
His hand pulsed like a lion’s paw on my hipbone, his claws unsheathed and branding me. Our linked fingers sweated and cramped with how strongly we held each other.
Seeing Aslan gasping and sweaty beneath me made my heart grow wings and soar.
Bracing myself against his hand, I let instinct roll through me, giving myself to the primal dance of fucking.
Aslan’s chest shot off the sand as I rocked once. His face scrunched up with agony as sweat beaded on his temples. “Neri...I can’t. You’re too much. You feel too good. I can’t hold—”
“It’s okay,” I whispered.
“It’s not fucking okay,” he strangled as my thighs tightened against his hips.
I kneeled up, then sat back down.
“Fuck!” His mouth fell wide as he rode through the spasms working through his entire body.
I shivered at how full I was, how much he stretched me, filled me. He hadn’t touched me, yet I was almost as close as him. Stars coiled in my lower belly. That delicious warning-tightness of a release gathered like a supernova between my legs.
I rode him again, moaning at the friction.
He stiffened beneath me; his jaw clenched so tight.
When he could speak again, he choked, “Get off me, Neri. Let me take a cold swim. I’d never live with myself if the consummation of our marriage lasted two fucking seconds.”
I laughed under my breath, so grateful to find humour, so honoured to feel his love. “Watching you struggle makes me wet.”
His groan was feral. “You’re truly determined to break me.”
“I am.”
“And I want to make you feel a tenth of what you’re making me feel. So get off and—”
“You are. Your every twitch. Your every snarl...it drives me wild.” I bent and licked his cheek, tasting seawater and sweat. “Want to know why, husband?”
His eyes flashed open, epically dark and glowing like the devil. “If you’re going to mock me for being stupidly sensitive, I—”
“Having you so close to losing your mind makes me feel so terribly powerful. Knowing you want me this much—”
“Don’t you get it, Nerida? I’ve wanted you for years. And to finally be inside you?” His chin tipped down and his gaze locked on where we were joined. His groan swallowed the entire island as he bared his teeth and thrust up. “Seeing me inside you? Feeling your heat, your incredible searing heat...it’s more than I can bear.”