Page 157 of A Promise so Bold and Broken

But so true.

So clear that it was him and her.

Merrick and Elessia.

Two broken souls healing into one.

She could hardly take in the love that brightened his eyes to almost all silver as he continued to fuck her—pressing into her in the most perfect rhythm.

It was as if his body moved in sync with her heart, the exquisite hardness of him twitching within her tugging at her every emotion, the hands caressing every bit of skin he could reach, healing every broken part of her.

Merrick’s eyes didn’t leave hers as he increased his speed, the slapping sound of skin meeting skin driving her nearly mad, and jumbled words left her lips as she dragged her nails down his back, trying to force him closer, drive his cock deeper.

And when he whispered “Elessia” and his fingers laced with hers…

She couldn’t hold back anymore, her back arching, allowing him to thrust that final inch into her depths, filling her until silver flecks danced before her eyes.

With his name on her lips, she came undone, and as Merrick followed right after, she held on to him, her hands tangling in his hair, as the Death Whisperer whispered her name again and again.

He said it almost as if in prayer.

As if she was his goddess and he was entirely, utterly devoted to her.

A tear made its way down her cheek when they both gasped for air, and she promised herself never to forget his smile as he licked it off before burrowing his face into her neck.

ChapterThirty-Nine

Merrick traced circles on her skin as they watched the stars wink outside the rounded window beside the bed, and she sighed happily as she pressed closer to him, lining every inch of her naked body with his.

Her heart rate had finally slowed, its steady thumps beating in rhythm with Merrick’s, and when she sensed the warmth of his gaze traveling across her face, she shifted so she lay on her back, allowing her to look up at him.

“Hi,” she whispered as he only stared at her, his eyes still nearly pure silver, those flecks dancing in the light from the lanterns placed every few feet of the room—on the nightstand and in the windowsills, and one right at the door leading into her own room.

“Hi.”

His lips lifted into a smile, and whatever words had begun to form in her mind melted away like the ice on the cliffs beneath the windows in spring at the sight of it.

Lessia couldn’t help but lift her fingers to his face, tracing them over the fullness of his lips, up toward his high cheekbones and the forehead free from lines.

He looked so… happy.

“I am happy.” Merrick’s hands moved to her face, cupping it as he bent down to kiss her again.

Lessia had to catch her breath when his lips left hers, those waves of heat rolling through her once more as she rasped, “Are you reading my mind?”

One of the corners of his mouth curled. “No.”

Lessia popped a brow. “Then how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

She fought a shudder of pleasure when his fingers traced a path from her cheeks down her neck, then caressed her chest, moving farther down until thrills of delight shot up her spine.

“Merrick,” she moaned as her eyes shut. “Are you trying to distract me?”

His teeth scraped her ear as he bent down to whisper “Would that be so bad?”

She blinked as another surge of need welled within her.

No.

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