“So?” Spreading me open, he smiled another wicked smile. “I only care about how delicious you taste, not me.”
The first hot swipe of his tongue ripped a cry from my throat.
He licked me like he needed my taste to survive—long, filthy strokes that ended with his tongue devouring me. Every lap sent waves of liquid fire through my core, causing the frost in my blood to shockwave outward.
I arched off the misty ground, my fingers fisting in his hair. “Lucien—oh, God—”
He groaned, sending delicious vibrations shooting right from my centre and all the way to my toes. My legs trembled and tried to close around his head, sensitive—far, far too sensitive—but his hands locked around my thighs, holding me open to feast.
I looked down. Our eyes locked. He smiled as he licked me.
Oh fuck—
An orgasm hit me without warning.
It slammed through me like whitewater.
Scalding energy arrowed into my heart, healing me, fixing me, granting untold power as ice erupted with frost, stamping the ground with wintery fractals.
Lucien shuddered between my legs, drinking every pulse of my release, and when he finally lifted his head, his lips were glossyand eyes wild with fire.
“My turn.” Not giving me time to catch my breath, he flipped me onto my hands and knees. My elbows almost gave out as I took my weight—my entire body boneless.
His fingers locked around my hips, pulling me backward. I braced as he folded over me and shivered as he thrust from behind in one deliciously brutal stroke.
God, he was deep. So,sodeep.
He didn’t wait for me to adjust, using the wetness of my two climaxes to take me rough and hard. One of his hands cupped my breast, the other braced against the ground. I studied his fingers as mist wove around his wrist and I lost myself entirely to him.
Every powerful thrust pushed his fire into my veins, forcing the ice to answer in perfect synergy. We fought a war of elements—hot and cold, fiery and icy.
The terrible weakness I’d carried since Ashfall Cliff simply vanished. Strength flooded my limbs, my blood, the very nucleus of my being.
His rutting turned fierce and shallow as smoke exploded from his back with those ember-etched wings. They swallowed up the strange world we existed in, blotting everything out as we rocked and moaned and fucked.
We healed each other. Fed each other from the polarising forces in our blood. We became a closed loop of pure, primordial magic.
“You’re glowing again,” he grunted. “Fuck, how am I supposed to stop when you feel thisgood?”
His hand cupping my breast caught fire just as a buffeting gust of flames broke free and scorched the sky.
“I might be glowing, but you’re the one who’s burning.” I moaned, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. “Less talking, more fucking.”
He chuckled at the same line I’d told him by the river the first time. “Such a demanding little thing. You want me deeper? Fine.” Leaning over me, he sank his teeth into my shoulder. “I feel you. I feel all of you. Take it, Rook. Take my fire. Take my soul. I’m all yours. I’vealwaysbeen yours.”
The bond blazed so bright, I could barely breathe. I heard his thoughts, felt his pleasure. I was him and he was me, and powerdetonatedbetween us.
Another orgasm built—far more devastating than the others. “Come with me,” I gasped. “Please. Lucien—”
I tightened and spiralled and when the release hit, I almost passed out with euphoria.
He growled my name and followed.
My scream mixed with his roar and the bond exploded with a cataclysm of silver and gold. Divine, unbreakable power flooded back into our bodies as the sky cracked and thunder crashed.
For one breathless second, we were weightless.
But then, we plummeted—
