Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
His lips close around my clit, flicking, laving…reducing me to a sobbing, shuddering mess of ecstasy. The pleasure crests higher, higher, higher. Until it rips me open and shatters me apart.
I fall with his name on my lips, writhing in sweet torment as waves of his devotion crash through me, unmaking me all the way down to my bones.
He works me through it, bringing me back down with crooning praise and the gentle flick of his tongue against my clit.
Tears spill down my cheeks as he kisses his way back up my body, his lips settling against mine. I taste myself on him as his weight blankets me, as he claims my mouth in a kiss so full of possession, of devotion, I forget to breathe, forget my name. I forget everything that came before him and this moment.
The past doesn't hurt when the present is so good I can't even feel it.
"Are you ready for more, little one?" he rasps against my lips, notching his cock at my entrance. His body is tense and rigid above mine, trembling with need. But he doesn't move, doesn't take what he wants. He waits for me to give him permission.
I rock my hips in silent invitation, in a plea. "Please, Naz. More."
His gaze tangles with mine, never deviating as he presses forward, each thrust slow, deliberate…until his hips are flush against mine, and we're both drowning in ecstasy. We groan at the same time. Tremble in unison.
I'm so full of him, so consumed by him, there isn't a single place in me that doesn't bear his brand. That doesn't belong to him.
He presses his forehead to mine, rocking into me just as slowly, just as carefully as he entered me. He ruins me in a way he never has, breaks and unmakes me with each thrust, each touch. And then he puts me back together again with his forehead against mine, his voice rough with emotion. "Te amo, little one. I'll love you forever."
"I love you." Tears spill down my cheeks as I clutch him to me, trying to merge us into one being—not Naz and Brynna, predator and pawn, not the god of war and an Irish princesa, but us, this, one soul permanently joined.
"Then marry me, Brynna. Be my queen."
My gaze flies to his, a startled gasp on my lips. His words so closely mirror my own thoughts, my own desires, for a minute, I think perhaps I've only imagined them. But the way he looks at me, the savage beauty painted across his face as he patiently waits for my answer…he said it. He meant it.
"W-what?" I ask anyway, needing to hear it again.
"Marry me." He brushes his nose against mine. "Be my wife, my queen. The center of my fucking world."
My answer tumbles from my lips without hesitation, without thought. "Yes, Naz. Yes."
Possession flares in his eyes, running so deep it steals my breath. His lips crash against mine, his kiss searing, branding. His control slips as he rocks into me, every thrust deep, devastating.
I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper. Harder. I want to feel every inch of him, want him imprinted on my soul.
"That's it, mi amor," he groans, lacing our fingers together over my head, his hips snapping against mine. "Fuck me back. Take everything you need from me."
I cry out, digging my heels into his lower back as he grinds against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure spirals through me, coiling tighter and tighter. But I need more. I need everything he has.
"Naz," I whimper, clawing down his back. "Please…"
"I know, little one. I know." He slides a hand between our bodies, his fingers clamping around my throat. He squeezes firmly, pinning me beneath him, cutting off my air supply…pushing me closer to the edge. "Let go, Brynna. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock while you're gasping for breath, frantic for it."
His hips snap into me with punishing force, driving his cock deep as his fingers tighten around my throat.
Dark spots dance across my field of vision as my lungs scream for oxygen. The burn is exquisite, the loss of control intoxicating. I'm utterly at his mercy, my body his playground.
"So beautiful," he growls, his amber eyes feral with desire. "Surrendering to me, gasping for me, choking on your need for me."
His words wreck me, splintering me apart. I shatter, convulsing around him. He rips his hand away from my throat, allowing me to pull in a breath…and that sends me rocketing even higher, sends me streaking across the freaking sky like a comet.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, stealing my breath, my sight, my sense of self. There's only him, only this, only us.
"Fuck, Brynna." His hips jerk once, twice, and then he's coming with a shout. Filling me with his seed, with his claim.