Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You healed me,” I whisper so low I can barely hear myself.
He steps closer, so close my breasts brush against his shirt and his scent envelops me. “Careful, Georgia.” His voice is a low purr. “Some things are better left unsaid.”
I know then that I’m right, that it was more than him just doing his job. He doesn’t want Gregor to know he healed me. Why?
With trembling fingers, I reach up and press my palm to his cheek.
His pupils grow at my touch, two black abysses that swallow me whole.
“You saved me. You didn’t have to.”
He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, his lips like the touch of feathers against my wrist. Just that simple contact sends heat coursing through me. He holds my gaze as he presses his mouth more fully to my skin, my body going prickly with awareness. “Yes, I did.”
Wrapping one arm around me, he leans down and pulls me against his chest, his hand in my hair as he kisses the spot just beneath my ear.
The heat of him pulls a gasp from me.
“Three bloodlines.” His voice is so soft that I wonder if I’m truly hearing it or if he’s speaking in my mind. “Dragonis. Gregor’s line. Blood of intention.”
The one with the power to control. I think back to what Gage made me memorize.
“My line.” His tongue dances along the shell of my ear, and my knees go weak. “The one sample you’ve never been given.”
“Why? If it’s the one I’ve needed, why would you keep it from me?”
He meets my gaze again, his eyes stormy and dark. “Because it’s the end.”
“Of what?”
“Everything,” he says. Then his gaze goes to my mouth. My skin buzzes, my heart thumping a perilous beat.
I grip his waist as he pulls my head back and fastens his lips to my throat. He scratches his teeth along my skin, then moves to my mouth.
When he kisses me, my eyelids flutter closed, and I’m lost in him. In his touch. A world of noise and fear goes silent, and it’s only us. Just this closeness, this inexplicable pull. I don’t want to fight it, don’t want to do anything except feel.
His arms wrap around me, and then I’m floating. My heart thumps out a tumultuous beat, my entire body sizzling just beneath the surface.
When my back hits my bed, I open my legs, Valen nestling between them as his tongue gives and takes. I grab his hair, holding onto the midnight strands as his hand roams lower, cupping my breast.
A gasp escapes me when he pinches my hard nipple. He swallows the sound, his body hard and tense. I whimper when he kisses to my throat, his fangs grazing along my sensitive skin.
“Your blood calls to mine.” He licks up the side of my neck, sending a shiver that spirals through me. “As mine calls to you.”
“Please.” I lean up and claim his mouth again, my tongue glancing along one of his fangs. The slightest sting, and then I taste blood. Coppery life.
A feral growl rips through him, and he pulls back, his eyes shining in the dark. The slight bloom of fear only heightens my arousal, my need for him like a chant in my head, my heart.
“I won’t be gentle, Georgia. I can’t. Not with you.” His voice is more monster than man, and it’s sick how much I want him just like this.
“Valen.” I grip the hem of his shirt and pull up. He grabs it and yanks it off, then does the same to my shirt.
When my breasts are exposed, my nipples hardening even more, he leans down and claims one in his mouth. His palm goes to the other, squeezing and kneading as he sucks and licks my stiff peak. My core is molten, my back arching. He thrusts his hips against me, his hard cock teasing my clit with pressure.
I pull his hair, my body attuned to every touch, every bit of friction between us.
“Perfect,” he murmurs against my breast then kisses down my stomach. “So fucking perfect, Georgia.” Hooking his fingers in my pants, he pulls them away, then my panties. I’m naked beneath him, and he sits back, his eyes taking me in, resting on every bare part of me until heat flares in my cheeks and I move to cover myself.
“No.” He’s on top of me again, pinning my hands over my head as he wrecks my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this, never been devoured, never been desired so completely that I give myself over to every last sensation.
“More.” He shucks off his jeans, his bare body a marbled masterpiece in the low light. His fangs are long, the tips deadly. “I need all of you, Georgia. Every last bit.”
“Take it.” I run my hand down my breast and lower, then rub my clit while he watches.