Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
41
ELAINA
We lie curled together in the dim cell, our breaths finally slowing, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Xaren’s arm is draped protectively over my waist, anchoring me to his big body as I snuggle close to him. I can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath my cheek and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. One of his massive hands is tangled in my hair, the other resting on the curve of my hip.
I could stay like this forever.
His Drake’s eye glows softly now—less feral and more… present. It’s a molten gold ember in the shadows…watching me.
I trail my fingers over the ridges of his chest, the hard muscle beneath his scars. His skin is warm again—the kind of warmth that seeps into you and chases the cold out of your bones. It reminds me of the first time I slept in his bed and woke up curled against him.
“I can feel him,” I whisper. “Your Drake—he’s here with us now.”
Xaren hums low in his throat.
“He likes you,” he murmurs. “You make him feel… safe. Wanted.”
“I do want him,” I whisper, lifting my head. “I want both of you.”
I kiss his chest…then his throat…then higher, until I’m looking into his eyes.
I see the man and the beast both, mirrored in his mismatched gaze. And they’re both looking at me like I’m something precious—something theirs.
I want to belong to him—to both of them. I want him in me again.
“Xaren,” I murmur and press myself against him.
He shifts over me slowly, the hard line of his cock nudging against my thigh, already half-hard again despite everything we just did.
“Elaina…” His voice is low, reverent. “Are you sure you want—?”
I cut him off with a kiss.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want to make love with you—not just fuck you. This time I want it slow.”
He kisses me again, softer this time, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he settles his weight over me. I spread my legs wide to take him in. His body is so big, so solid—but he’s careful, holding himself up on his elbows, bracing so he doesn’t crush me.
I reach between us, finding the thick, ridged shaft of his cock—so hot and smooth and alien. It twitches in my hand as I guide it to my slick entrance.
He groans as he sinks into me, inch by careful inch.
This time, there’s no urgency—no frantic thrusts. Just the delicious fullness of him entering me slowly…his hips settling against mine and our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.
“Oh, Goddess…” I whisper.
“You feel like heaven,” he groans, brushing my lips with a kiss. “So wet and warm and tight…”
His strokes are long and deep—slow enough to make me feel every ridge along the length of his cock as it rubs against my inner walls. His pelvis rocks against mine, rubbing perfectly against that sensitive place where I need him most.
Our eyes lock as he moves inside me, and it’s like time stops.
I feel… seen. Cherished. Like he’s worshiping me with every stroke.
And I can feel his Drake too. Not just through the warmth of his skin, or the heat of his cock, but in the depth of his gaze. I feel him in the primal, wordless love that pulses between us.
The orgasm builds slowly—sweet and steady, like a tide rising.
When it hits, it’s not explosive…not blinding or overwhelming.
It’s pure.
Gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me, soft and golden, cresting again and again as he pulses deep inside me, looking into my eyes.
I cry out softly, clutching his shoulders, riding each wave as it washes over me.
“I love you,” I whisper before I can stop myself. “I don’t care how impossible things are right now—I love you.”
Xaren stills above me, his eyes wide. Then he leans down and presses his forehead to mine.
“I thought I’d forgotten how to love. Or maybe I never learned it,” he murmurs. “But you taught me, little dove. I love you, too.”
He kisses me slowly as he comes, groaning into my mouth. I feel the heat of him spilling inside me again, flooding my body with his seed, his hands gripping my waist like he never wants to let me go.
When we finally collapse together, tangled and breathless, I press my cheek to his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. I’ve never felt so close to anyone in my life.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
We lie there in silence for a while, our limbs entwined, the world outside the cell forgotten.
But reality is always waiting.
“I’m going to get you out of here,” I whisper, my lips against his skin as I look up at him. “We have to find a way.”