Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
He’s wrong. There are reasons I might. If I lost him. This. This is what I feared because I’m already so deeply in love with him I can’t imagine a world without him. What would I do if he was the one down in the dungeons?
“You would find a safe way to save me. You would trust that I could handle it until you could come and get me,” he says, his mouth hovering above mine.
I didn’t realize I spoke the question aloud. And I wasn’t sure he was right. I can be reasonable about many things. He is not one of them.
But the thoughts fly out of my head as he kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine. The vines that hold me tighten deliciously, and one of them runs down to my thigh, coming dangerously close to the apex of my being right now.
“We have a war to fight, Shy, and I promise I am going to stop being an overprotective ass. I’m going to trust you and be calm and have faith in your abilities,” he vows. “I will trust my wife, my love, my goddess.”
He steps back, and I’m suddenly raised in the air, my feet leaving the ground as those seductive vines carry me toward the bed. It’s the oddest feeling. I’m floating like I weigh nothing at all, and I know damn well I do. I feel delicate and airy and precious, and when I’m laid out on that soft quilt and Rhys stands between my outstretched legs, I feel something I so rarely do.
Powerful.
Rhys stares at me for a moment and then drops to his knees. He’s positioned me perfectly. I know this is technically both of our first sexual experiences, but he doesn’t need a lot of tutoring. His brother might have had to practice to become good at pleasing a lover, but it’s in Rhys Donovan-Quinn’s freaking DNA. His jaw tightens and the vines ease my legs apart again, giving him more space. He reaches up, hand trailing from my throat over my breastbone and down. He runs his palm over my belly, an act of pure possession, and moves again to right above my pussy. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
I do. As long as I have. “Forever.”
“Forever,” he agrees and then he lowers his mouth to my pussy and I can’t think anymore.
Pure sensation flows through me, lighting up every nerve in my body. Even as I feel the warm caress of his tongue on my most sensitive flesh, I sense something happening in the temple. The lights around us seem to pulse, and the wave of Rhys’s unique magic breaks against me, body and soul.
I am not ready to be pregnant. I have to tell my body because that magic of Rhys’s is very seductive.
But I can handle it. So much of his overwhelming power flows from me and I give him control and take it for myself. We can enjoy this magic, share it with the people and beings who need it, and only use it for ourselves when we choose. We are in control together in a way we never were alone.
His tongue runs over my pussy again and again, each stroke sending waves of pure pleasure through my body, and I can practically feel myself glowing with it.
When I look down my body, I see that he is the glowing one. His eyes are pure emerald orbs, his skin sun-kissed, forming the most beautiful contrast to mine. The sun and moon. Starlight and sunbeams.
The world as it should be.
I let my head fall back and give over to the pleasure. The first orgasm hits me when he sucks my clit between his lips as his fingers slide deep inside my body, caressing some spot I never knew existed. I fall over the edge, breath stopping for a moment as the whole room is bathed in a golden glow that seems to come from the walls themselves. Like the temple is connected and the heart has found the rhythm of our own.
Rhys gets to his knees, chucking his clothes in an eagerness that brings a smile to my lips. The vines have slid away, caressing me one last time as though they love me, too.
But now is Rhys’s time.
For a moment he’s the teen boy I met, the one who had been slightly shy. Already a soldier and confident in battle, but he hesitated when it came to me. The boy who followed me in those first days, standing far away as though he knew I was nervous but he would not allow me to be unprotected.
He knew before I did.
We are in a foreign land. An alien time. Surrounded by enemies, his parents in danger. And I will not allow this to be anything but joyful.