Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
And I’m not afraid of the trust I granted him. I’ve never been this at peace with another person.
“Do you sense it? Despite the collar?” I whisper, breathless, and hug him when he shakes his head.
“I want it gone. I need to feel you.” Kyran squeezes me so hard I briefly lose my breath, but then he lifts me, and my ass meets the dense cushion of moss. I look around, realizing he’s sat me on the altar.
I swallow and let the robe fall from my shoulders, hoping it’s not blasphemy to invite him between my legs in this sanctuary. “I’m all yours,” I say, meeting his gaze. “Shadow, soul, and body, after all.”
His jaw twitches in response, and he pulls up his shirt, dropping it to the floor as if it weren’t made from expensive silk. I unwind the sash tying my outfit at the waist, and as I remove the remaining fabric, my nakedness makes Kyran’s eyes burn like two coals.
He reaches out, as if wanting to touch me already, but then instead kicks off his boots as if they’re piranhas biting his feet. He slides off his pants, facing me naked, with his cock already growing. Only then does he step closer and pushes apart my thighs in a gesture so breathtaking I end up grabbing his arms to keep myself upright.
“My Dark Companion. My consort. You’re the only one I need,” he whispers, squeezing me tightly as if he can't stand there being a sliver of empty space between our bodies.
I wrap my arms around his powerful chest, now all mine, mine, mine. My gums tingle with the need to kiss him, but I also want him inside me already, so I can forget how much trouble we’re in the world beyond the walls of the sanctuary.
“Don’t hold back,” I urge him and kiss his warm shoulder. “I want you to feel me the way I feel your shadow. Inside, out, all over.”
He growls—like a dog over a bowl of delicious meat—and I am honored to be the meal he’s claiming.
“I wouldn’t dream of holding back. This altar never knew an offering this fine,” he rasps, taking hold of my cock as he nips my neck.
I groan against his skin, my dick stiffening as soon as he caresses it with those long, skillful fingers. Our bond pulses faster, and I struggle to comprehend how magical that is while also feeling like the most natural thing in the world.
I stroke every inch of his muscular back, relearning each ridge and valley of his body. Even with the collar on, he is a beast of a prince.
“I will make sure you never have enough of me. Of this,” he whispers as I rest both of my heels on the edge of the altar top and grind against him, because as much as I enjoy making love slowly and sweetly, right now I desire something else. Something fast and intense enough to stifle my fears and reassure us both.
Kyran clasps his hands on my hips and thrusts back, his eyes so black I almost believe his shadow escaped the control of the magical collar, but then he reaches for the cupboard and shows me a dark blue vial. “Get me nice and slick, husband.”
I shiver and don’t care to ask what’s in it. I trust that he knows it’s safe to use. Or I’m just too brainless with lust. Either way, I extend my hand and he pours the oily liquid into my palm. I’m kissing him again when I reach for his cock.
There hasn’t been a day when we haven’t fucked in one way or another, but I’m still just as thirsty for his dick as I was the first time. Thick and veiny, it pulses in my hand as I stroke it, and I can’t wait to feel it pumping into my body.
“I want you to come inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can still feel it when I’m back in that tower,” I whisper and nip on his bottom lip.
His fingers squeeze my sides, as if he wants to pull me apart and crawl inside, but then we’re kissing, and my hands are around his neck, and—oh—his hot prick nudges my entrance. I coil under him, raising my hips as the void inside me grows in need of filling.
I make incoherent sounds into his mouth as we squeeze and stroke each other, but then he pushes inside, and I’m losing my sense of direction, gravity, and space. Yes, it feels that good, and I let every damn plant in this sanctuary know it as I raise my voice.
“Yes!” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close. Is this really my life? He is my husband? A fucking prince? Who knows how to give it to me at that?