Synopsis
"My
weakness for how I love you is my ultimate source of strength." - Klive
King
He
faced death for her. She fought for him. They began as enemies and became
inseparable lovers.
With
the ceremony that seals their union, Klive and Kinsley are excited by the
prospect of a mundane life that equates to bliss by comparison to the things
they have faced in such a short time. However, there is no question their love
is a power they repeatedly wield come what may, but a stunning betrayal proves
that Klive and Kinsley are only too human, and mortality has an expiration.
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Excerpt
“You alright, my Sweet?
This too much?” he asked quietly. I pulled back slightly so I could look
up at him, and I smiled when the corner of his mouth lifted, his gray eyes
darkening some nearly instantly, both in dilation and emotion.
Confirmation that I’d nailed his character for him. I inhaled deeply when
his hand slid slowly down my back so that he gripped my bottom, and that was
it. It was like a dam had been breached. In seconds, Klive had both
hands gripping the hell out of my ass as he spun me into the suite so that the
door slammed and locked automatically behind us. I consumed his raw groan
like water as I pulled at his lips, sucked his tongue into my mouth. “Oh,
shit, what are you wearing under here?” he breathed when he had me laid out on
the granite of the kitchenette, my knees bent, my legs parted for his hand that
had roamed to the wet ribbon between my thighs. “Oh, damn, woman.
He went shopping in your closet, then?” he asked to himself, but he was giddy
as hell. “Come, I’ve lost my head a bit. I apologize, but you will
put me into a blasted frenzy if I take this dress off. Don’t think you
want to be taken on such a surface as this, do you?” he smiled stupidly so that
I giggled a bit.
“In all fairness, sir,” I paused
to sit up on the counter top and grip his open shirt in my fists to jerk him
toward me. “You are the one paying me. I think that earns you the
right to take me on whatever surface you wish, now doesn’t it?”
His eyes closed, his hand
scrubbed over his whole face, and I was empowered with the fact that he was
hanging by a thread in his attempt to keep from carnally devouring me in the
hardest, most dirty ways that I couldn’t help but pray for. I wanted to
be sore as hell tomorrow. I bit my lip as a tinge of guilt at
sneaking out hit me, and Klive opened his dark and stormy eyes and sent a jolt
like lightning straight to my core so that I had to squirm a bit to fight off
the insane lust that I was throbbing with.
“You would be fucking right,” he
growled and tugged me off the counter.
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