Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Tears pricked my eyes as he struggled to hide the sudden glassiness of his own. “Cleo …” His voice broke. “Fuck, Cleo. I love you so goddamn much.”
He launched himself at me. Syncing our heartbeats, plaiting our minds—ensuring we were soldered together.
Wrapping long arms like a cage around me, he squashed me against his chest. The rapid thump-thump of his heart echoed from his body into mine and I felt something I’d never felt before.
A link.
An intrinsic otherworldly link that bound me not to this world but another.
Our world.
Our home.
Our harmony.
I woke to the rays of golden sunshine and the gentlest stroking of my lover.
My mind was soft and floaty. My body warm and toasty.
It was the best wake-up call I’d ever had.
Turning to face Arthur, I smiled. My vision cast everything in a sleepy haze. “Morning.”
His smile lit up my world. The strain around his eyes remained and the tightness around his shoulders hinted he still suffered, but for now … he looked radiant.
“Morning.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Did you know you moaned in your sleep?”
Rolling onto my back, I threw my arms over my head and stretched. “I did?”
He nodded, his eyes glued on to my bare breasts from the sheet sliding down. “You did. It was long and loud and …” Without another word, he bent over me and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
I gasped at the sudden shock of heat and wetness.
“I think you were dreaming of me. Am I right?” His mouth trailed over the swell of my breast, licking my other nipple as if I were a melting ice cream and he needed every drop.
My mind emptied apart from the intoxicating lick. “I … I don’t know.” Slinking my fingers into his hair, I murmured, “I might need some coaxing to remember.”
He chuckled, cupping my breast and squeezing with a possessive tantalizing hold. “Coaxing? Are you certain?”
I arched into his touch, luxuriating in the way my body warmed. “Very certain. My memory is terrible.”
He flinched, his eyes glancing up my torso to connect with mine. “You can say that again.”
Pain shadowed. My faux pas tainted our fun.
It wasn’t the best joke. Should I apologize?
But then I burst out laughing. If we couldn’t laugh about the past, what could we do? “I suppose it is a little ironic for a recovered amnesiac to say she has a bad memory.”
Rolling his eyes, he muttered, “Only you could laugh about something so painful.” His smile returned. One eye was obscured by his inky hair, decorating his sexy features in a way that made me want to flip him onto his back and repeat what I did last night.
“Come here.” I held my breath as Arthur obediently propped himself up with a straining bicep and hovered over me.
Pulling him down, I tilted my head and trembled as his mouth met mine. Our tongues danced in unison, listening to the same silent tune.
It began with me kissing him.
But it didn’t end that way.
Arthur submitted, then dominated, switching the kiss into a soul-searing possession. His tongue dueled with mine with slow, deep sweeps—trading the sine wave of bliss for something filled with dark overtones. His hunger and need smeared my senses, until all I craved was sex.
Rough, dirty, delicious sex.
I whimpered as he sucked my bottom lip; my hands tangled deeper into his hair.
His answering groan quavered through me, tightening my nipples and sending sensitivity scattering over my skin. I melted into opulence.
“I’ll never forget you again,” I whispered as he pulled away and pressed butterfly kisses down my neck.
“I’ll make sure you never can.” Swirling his tongue around my nipple, he bunched the sheets toward the end of the bed. His fingers landed on my knee, pressing, teasing, moving in infinitesimal increments up my inner thigh.
“You’ll never forget how it feels when I touch you.” He pinched me, wrenching a breathy moan from my lips.
“Never.”
His teeth graced over my breast. “You’ll never forget how it feels when I taste you.”
I smashed my face into a pillow as he sucked greedily. “Never. I promise. I promise forever.”
His fingers crept higher up my thigh—they were the epicenter of the quake he’d conjured inside me. Aftershocks radiated upward to my core and downward to my toes. I shivered.
I froze.
I waited.
I wanted.
I need him so much.
When his finger finally found my folds, I bowed off the bed, only to be slammed down again by his lips on my chest.
My mouth parted as he pressed inside me, inserting two long fingers in an effortless slide. “You’ll never forget how it feels when I fill you.”
I ceased to make sense of the desire fogging my head. Every inch of need from last night rushed back, compounding lust upon lust.
I cried out as Arthur’s hot mouth landed on my throat, sucking and biting, driving me insane with sharp teeth. His fingers stroked my inner walls, twitching in the perfect way to draw slipperiness and sensation.