Page 237 of Kingdoms of Night

He punched his hips against mine so hard that I yelped, and then he kissed me again, chasing away any thought of pain with the worshipping caress of his tongue.

I felt drugged.

Lost to his savagery and completely annihilated by the reverence in his kiss. By the possession of his hands.

“Jonas.” I clung to his shoulders again, my hands having wandered along his back and down toward his firm ass. But I needed him to hold me. To see me through this next part.

Because I was both excited and terrified.

His knot was pulsing. I couldfeelit throbbing between my legs. Ready to explode. To sink into my channel and latch onto me.

I knew it would feel amazing.

I knew it would give me the most intense orgasm of my life.

But there were so many unknowns with it.

I could become pregnant. I could be forced into a nest. I could be claimed and owned and told what to do every day for the rest of my life.

“Shh,” Jonas hushed me, his lips tender against mine. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I always have you.”

He wasn’t purring, yet his words resembled a soothing stroke to my senses.

I fell into his voice, his statement, and allowed it to encase me in a world of protection and grace.

I stared up into his beautiful eyes and let him lead.

Isubmitted.

Pride shone bright in his gaze as he brushed a kiss against my mouth. “You’re perfect, Riley,” he told me. “So perfect and so very much mine.”

Pain exploded in my abdomen as his knot shot up into me, a scream lodging in my throat and silenced by his palm squeezing at just the right moment.

I shuddered, the shock of his sudden orgasm and the cruelness of his palm startling me from my aroused stupor and drawing instant tears to my eyes.

But then the world shifted.

His knot did something…Latching. Securing. Making us one.

Oh…I convulsed as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed every inch of me, shooting me into the heavens once more.

Oblivion.

Warmth.

Insanity.

Jonas purred his approval against my ear, his lips skimming my lobe on his way to my neck and down to my shoulder.

“Stay with me, Riley,” he whispered. “Be mine.”

“I’m yours,” I replied, jolting as his teeth sank into my skin.

Claiming me.

While his knot is pulsating inside me.

Making us one.

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