Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Lyccans are stronger and more used to warfare,” he gritted out.
“But you’re not immortal,” she argued softly. “You bleed, too, and I just don’t want to risk losing any one of you.” She looked at her husband anxiously, hoping he would no longer be mad-—“Oww!” He was mashing her cheeks again.
“I remember the first time I found out how stubborn you were. You didn’t want to stay in my home before our marriage—-”
When he released her, she made a face. “It wasn’t unreasonable—-”
“And then there was the time—-”
She asked quickly, “Is there a point to all this?”
He only smiled, but the fact that it didn’t reach his eyes just made her nervous. “Yes. I wanted to remind you how your stubbornness got you through.” His tone sober, he continued, “I’m afraid you’ll be even more stubborn with whatever you’ll be facing – without me.”
Misty swallowed. The fact that she was going to face an unknown challenge alone was finally dawning on her.
Stepping back so he could see her face clearly, Domenico said gruffly, “Everything’s going to work out as long as you listen carefully to what I have to say.”
She nodded. “Got it.” But her voice squeaked in the end, and both of them mentally winced at it.
Taking her hands in his in hopes that he could pass his strength to her, he continued, “I’m only passably familiar with how jinns are. They’re not evil, but they’re no angels either. Granting wishes is how they keep their powers strong. That’s really all there is to it.” Rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, he continued, “She’ll come to us when we least expect it so there’s no point being prepared about it. Since you’re the wisher, you’ll be the one she’ll ask to do something – it would seem impossible, but it’s not.” He tipped her chin, stressing, “I mean it, Misty. It may seem impossible but it never is. My mother wished upon a jinn once and she’s alive now, isn’t she?”
Misty was stunned. “She really did?”
He gave her a quick hard nod. “Yes, she did.” It was a lie. Apparently he still could, given the right incentive, and that was the woman in front of him. He needed Misty to be strong and he didn’t give a fuck what he had to do to make her so.
Misty breathed a sigh of relief at Domenico’s answer. If his mother had made a wish and hadn’t died because of it, then surely there was something she could do to ensure she got out of this safely as well. “Thank you for telling me that.”
He bent down, brushing his lips against her in a short, sweet kiss to reassure her. “Just remember that and you’ll be fine.” If she wasn’t, then he’d turn the world upside down until he found a way to rescue her.
Misty’s mouth opened and closed.
“What is it?”
She bit her lip.
He took a closer look at her face and because he knew her better than she knew herself, he immediately understood what she wanted but couldn’t say. Without a word, he lifted her up and walked to the bedroom.
When he laid her down on the huge white bed and followed her to it, Misty asked breathlessly, “What are you doing?”
Pausing in the midst of removing her clothes, Domenico said with a straight face, “Giving you a good luck charm.”
Even as she blushed, she was already wrapping her arms around his neck, a wordless answer that told him he had guessed right. She wanted this to cement her courage, and whatever she wanted, he would give it to her, even if he had to move mountains and empty oceans for it.
Misty’s entire body shuddered as Domenico stripped the last piece of clothing from her, his hot gaze studying her from head to toe. When he kissed her, she returned it wholeheartedly, the tender, fierce passion of his kiss making her blink furiously. She didn’t want to cry because it would mean this could be their last night together. And she didn’t want to think that. She refused to believe that.
She whimpered as Domenico’s lips lifted from hers and he began to kiss every inch of her. He rained kisses on her face and made her gasp when his tongue traced the delicate curves of her sensitive ears. He sucked on her neck, long and hard, and Misty knew he was marking her yet again.
A sigh escaped Misty as Domenico nuzzled the valley between her breasts, the sound quickly turning into a breathy gasp when he plumped one pale globe and fed its pink nipple to his mouth. He laved each nipple with agonizing attention, causing her to writhe under him. But it was when Domenico rose on his knees and clasped her ankles that had Misty freezing.
Heart thundering, she lifted herself up on her elbows in clumsy haste, her wary gaze following her husband’s every move. “Domenico...” Her voice trailed off in shock as she felt him pushing her legs apart into a wide V while he moved forward—-