Page 103 of Kingly Bitten
This world was the one he mastered, my body his instrument of choice, and I found myself falling into his wicked embrace, giving him everything and more as he continued to fuck me without restraint.
He was breaking me, my bones turning to dust beneath his authoritative existence.
I felt limp.
Yet I burned inside.
So much heat and intensity and stunning grace.
My name escaped his lips on a prayer, his palm leaving my throat as he cupped my cheek and breathed life back into my mouth with a kiss that stole my soul.
There was beauty in this chaos, a passionate meeting of spirits, our blood coming together as one.
I didn’t understand, but I felt it, the heat of our joining going far beyond the connection between my thighs. His pace reached a peak, the motions sending me higher and higher until I couldn’t take another second of this insanity.
My entire body went up in flames.
Every part of me shook.
My lungs screamed for oxygen.
My throat protested to the point of disuse.
I could no longer swallow. No longer move. No longer think.
No longer remember my name, I thought, recalling something important about that phrase and forgetting it in the next moment.
Because I was dying beneath an avalanche of sensation and thoughts and emotions.
History slammed into my consciousness.
Worlds I didn’t understand.
Languages that weren’t my own.
A mind twisted with logic and strategy. So masculine and perfect. Beautiful in its cunning. Politically motivated. Kind yet stern.
I relaxed into that mental state, feeling it marrying my own and accepting the intertwined paths formed by two minds.
Two souls.
Two beings becoming one.
A stunning union.
Confusing yet right.
I don’t understand, I marveled, swimming through the thoughts of a male over forty times my age.Four thousand years.Closer to five thousand. So many memories. So many thoughts. So muchintelligence.
I was lost.
This must be heaven, I decided, blissfully pleased with the development. Because this place was my home. My essence. My preferred state of being.
Calina, Jace murmured, a hint of awe in his tone.How is this possible?
I followed his masculine voice, floating on a cloud of thought.Where are we?
His hips moved against mine, his cock still deep inside me. I blinked, startled by the sensation he evoked below, my body already anticipating more.
