Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
In this room he’s free to be the alpha that he is, and I watch through a haze of want and terror as our clothes simply...disappear. Preter speed. The clinical part of my brain catalogs this even as the rest of me short-circuits at the sight of him, all sleek and golden, all muscles and smooth skin, a predator in human form...while I’m no longer his future wife but his prey.
“Non.”
He whips the word out in a command when I try to cover myself, and my arms fall back to my side like a doll being controlled by strings of desire.
“Tu es magnifique, Samira.”
I don’t need to speak French to understand what he’s saying, and oh, the way he says it, too...
I’m finding it all the harder to breathe, much less think.
“I can’t,” I choke out. “I don’t know how—”
“Je vais te montrer.” His voice is rough silk, accent thickening as control slips. “I will show you everything.”
And he does.
His mouth begins at my throat, pressing kisses that make me shiver. Then lower, to the hollow between my collarbones where my pulse hammers wildly. His lips are warm silk, his tongue a brand that marks me as his.
“Si belle,” he murmurs against my skin, and another sob rocks my body at the way Hexius also lavishes me with his words.
When he reaches my breasts, I think I might shatter. He takes his time, exploring with a reverence that steals my breath. His mouth closes over one peak while his hand claims the other, and the dual sensation has me arching off the bed with a cry I don’t recognize as my own voice.
“Regarde-moi.” Look at me.
And so I do.
Even when it’s so, so hard to keep looking at him without dying of embarrassment, to just meet his burning gaze even as he continues to worship me with his hands—
Oh, Hexius, please...
He maps every curve, every hollow, every place that makes me gasp and tremble. His hands span my waist, thumbs tracing patterns on my ribs that feel like poetry written in touches. When his mouth trails lower, pressing kisses to my stomach, my hands fist in the sheets.
“I c-can’t. It’s t-too much—”
“Non.”
My stomach clenches at the roughness of his tone.
“This is not nearly enough.”
He spreads my thighs with careful hands, and I think I might die...
Aaah.
When his mouth finds me there, I come apart completely, pleasure tearing through me like lightning, and all I can do is cry his name out, my back bowing as wave after wave of release pounds through every inch of my sensitive flesh.
“H-Hexius...”
I want to beg him to stop. To just let me catch my breath. But instead he drives me higher, driving me past thought and reason, and all I can do is just sob again and again.
Hexius rises over me, golden eyes burning with hunger that’s as ravenous as it’s possessive—
“Tu es à moi.”
You are mine.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer but instead demands it by right, an alpha taking his mate as he drives inside of me in one powerful thrust—
“H-Hexius!”
I can only squeeze my eyes shut at that indescribable moment of pain, pleasure, and something else. Something that feels like the world I once knew is gone...and nothing will ever be the same again.
W-What just happened?
I wish I could ask him, but I can’t.
Because he’s already started moving, and oh, each and ever time he plunges inside of me—
I can’t remember feeling this tight. This full. This...oh, no words are enough to describe this feeling of being possessed by the alpha who was born to claim you.
And Hexius...
He’s not even speaking in English now. As his thrusts become faster, harder, and deeper, French pours from his lips in a constant stream—sometimes in a low and savage growl, other times in low whispers that almost makes me feel like I’m...cherished.
When the first climax hits, I can only cry out, the sound made incoherent by the intensity of the pleasure his possession gives me. Everything’s just too, too much, and it destroys me from the inside out, and I’m left gasping and shaking beneath him.
I think I could’ve died happy at that moment...but then it turns out we’ve only just begun.
“H-Hexius!”
He’s pounding into me again, his thrusts wilder and fiercer, and so this time it only takes mere moments before I’m once again crying his name out—
“Samira.”
Oh, to hear him grit my name out as I feel him explode inside of me...
This time, this time for sure...
This time, I can really die of happiness, and as my soul slowly floats back into my body, and my lids start feeling too heavy—
That’s when I remember about that feeling I had earlier.
A feeling I couldn’t put into words—
No.
My eyes fly open as the truth hits me.
“Are w-we—”
“Oui.”
Oh God.
“We are now mated for life.”
The words turn my entire universe upside down.