Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 131875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Her fingers clutched at him. “Ford,” she groaned.
He rolled her over. Thundercloud eyes boring down into her as their lower halves met and she could feel the extent of his desire for her.
“You’re sure?” she asked.
“Of you? Always.”
“Not to be that girl, but what changed?”
He slipped his hands up her sides, positioning himself between her thighs. The length of him pressed firmly against her as he ground his hips. She saw stars again, knew the entire universe, wanted nothing but him in all the cosmos.
His fingers tangled in the red strands of her hair. “I thought I’d lost you. I watched you go under and not surface. I watched stars fill that pool. Time stood still. You were gone. You were not of this world. And I knew with every fiber of my being that I would crash into those stars to be with you. That you were the only thing in this world or the next that mattered to me. I would go to the ends of existence to save you. It burned away all the rest. Until there was only you. My love, my mate.”
Tears came to her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he whispered softly into her ear. He drew the lobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. “I want to show you that love every day from now until you tire of me.”
“And if I never tire of you?”
He drew back with a pensive expression on his too-serious brow. She reached up and smoothed it. “Then, I will love you until we find the end of our days.”
“Forever.” She repeated the word she had used last night.
He nodded once. “Forever.”
He aligned their bodies and thrust forward inside of her. She gasped at the feel of him, the incredible stretching as he filled her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as they began a languid rocking motion that made her shudder with need.
There were no words after that. Just the feeling of reconnection. After so long apart and even when they had reunited, they had been mentally separated. Emotionally incapacitated by the depths of pain that had been unleashed on them. Now, that was all gone. He had thought she was dying in the pool last night. Neither had wanted to live without the other. She couldn’t even fathom it at this point. He had her back, but this was more than that. This was how it always should have been. Not enemies, not partners, not separated by a foreign country set on their destruction. Together. Mind, heart, and soul.
Kerrigan rolled him over. The bed squeaked underneath them as she took control. His hands settled on her hips, following her movements as she stretched above him, fully on display. She purred like a cat as she used the momentum of her thighs and her hands on his chest to pick up their pace.
“Gods,” he groaned. “You’re a vision.”
Red curls fell to frame her face as their eyes locked. “More.”
His grip tightened, bruisingly harsh on her hips as he dragged her down, down, down. The movement harder and faster than they’d been going only moments earlier. Everything clenched as she reached for bliss in his body.
It hit her like the galaxy had last night. She saw the universe spread before her once more. Only this time, it was just Fordham. Fordham was her entire universe. And at the highest point, she felt something click back into place. A thing that had always been and would always be. Nothing could fully remove that deep knowledge that he was hers, only hers. And that she was his, only his.
“Kerrigan,” he said in a wave of ecstasy as they both unleashed.
When she was finished and collapsed forward onto his chest, panting with exertion, she felt what she had been missing. With her magic restored, there was nothing to stop the tether that wound around them.
“Oh,” she whispered.
His fingers threaded through her hair. “There you are.”
She tugged on the mating bond gently, feeling the flex and pull of what had always belonged between them. “Mine.”
He kissed her temple. “Yours. Always yours.”
47
The Jailbreak
ISA
This was idiotic.
It wasn’t a feeling that she was familiar with. Normally, her plans were perfectly put together. Calculated. It was what she had been trained to do at the assassins school. It had been drilled into her. But at the same time, it had always been the female that she was. The reason she had succeeded at the school was because she had already been a weapon before she went.
Valia had been the delicate one. The one they’d had to reshape into a spy, a killer. Isa had lacked the sensibilities they needed to shape. She’d already killed someone before she ever set foot on their doorstep. A shock to her tutors. A delight to the headmistress. A girl without morals was a girl who stayed alive.