Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I’ve needed this, I think, running my fingers up over the taut muscles of his arms, to his shoulders. I’ve needed this terribly.
Andor leans down, his mouth capturing mine once more as he pushes into me slowly, inch by inch. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as the sinful mix of pleasure and pain courses through me, igniting my nerves, almost too much to bear. His cock fills me, stretching me wide, and I can feel myself being claimed by him in a way that I never thought possible.
He pulls away from the kiss, our eye contact intense as he begins to move. Any gentleness is now gone. His thrusts are rough and hard, each one sending shock waves of pleasure through me. My fingers are digging into his shoulders now, and I can feel my own desire swelling, becoming even more wet than before.
“Harder, Andor,” I gasp, my voice thick with lust. “Fuck me harder.”
My command causes heat to flash in his eyes and he complies, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, more intense. His cock slides in and out of me, each push driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, a fierce tempest within me that I know will consume me in no time at all.
Andor’s eyes never leave mine, adding to the intensity of our connection, his face twisted with lust and pure possession. He reaches down, his hand finding my clit, and begins to rub it in circular motions. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself spiraling toward the edge.
“I…going to come,” I gasp, my voice trembling.
Andor continues his assault on my body, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. His fingers find my clit again, and I can feel my orgasm building even faster until it becomes too much to bear.
“Now, Andor,” I beg, my voice hoarse with desire. “Please, I need it now.”
He responds with a savage growl, his cock thrusting into me with renewed vigor. His fingers continue their relentless pace on my clit, and I can feel myself shaking, on the brink of shattering into a million pieces.
I toss my head back, my entire body convulsing as an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced before washes over me, my whole body arching. The rush that washes over me is so intense that my cries of pleasure echo around the room, mingling with Andor’s own hurried grunts.
As the waves of my climax crash over me, Andor’s own release follows close behind and with just as much power, his cock spasming deep within me as he comes with a ferocity that takes my breath away. He shudders above me, hard muscles straining as it rolls through him, our bodies still joined, our breaths ragged and uneven.
Slowly, we disentangle ourselves from one another, Andor carefully pulling out until I feel a strange hollowness inside from where he just was. Then he lies beside me on the bed, his face reflecting the same mixture of awe and emotion that I feel coursing through me.
“That was—” I stammer, my voice still thick with lust and emotion. I’m near tears, having a hard time processing everything.
He looks at me with a mixture of tenderness and fierce protectiveness. “I know. I felt it too. That was something we both needed.” He pauses, letting out a deep breath. “The last time we…I’ve been giving you space and had only hoped I hadn’t lost you. But I’ve needed you, Brynla. I’ve needed you like nothing else in this world. We both went through something traumatizing, and I’ve been so afraid we couldn’t find our way back to each other.”
I look into his eyes, still wide with wonder, and nod.
“I feared the same thing,” I admit quietly. “But I’m still here, somehow. And you’re still here.”
In the midst of our grief and loss, we’ve found something that both connects and comforts us. It may not replace what we’ve lost but at least he’s shown me some light. Light that might fade when he leaves this room, the darkness always ready to swoop back in, but something good—something real—all the same.
Chapter 26
Andor
For the second time I wake up naked next to Brynla Aihr, and again the world feels completely different. Like it had been operating at a tilt my whole life and has only now righted itself. There’s clarity, yes, but something deeper. A lot fucking deeper, something I can’t even put into words but I believe it. Because I feel it.
Last night was intense. It was dark and wild and raw, and very much needed. A chance for us to reconnect, a chance for Brynla to heal, however long that may take her. Losing a family member, losing someone you love, produces a wound so deep that it will never scar over. My mother’s death never resulted in scar tissue; it’s just been this cut that’s barely stitched together, the threads ready to pull loose at any moment. Brynla had already lost her mother and her father, and now she’s lost the last person she had left. The wound is carved so deep I can see straight through her to the other side.