Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
The world doesn’t blur, smear, or spin around me.
I’m swallowed up by the abyss and drop into an endless oblivion.
I fall…
And fall…
Flailing my arms and legs in an attempt to stop my descent.
Then something tugs hard on me, yanking me back.
Gasping, I open my eyes and stare above me. Stare at a concrete ceiling as I try to figure out what just happened.
“Alena…” Raphael groans as if he’s in pain.
Then his beautiful face is in front of me, blocking out the ceiling.
There’s blood all over him. Dripping down his lips and chin.
I roll my eyes down to my own body and see my shirt ripped open.
But being exposed in such a way isn’t what disturbs me the most.
It’s all the blood soaking me.
“What the hell happened?!” I shriek and scramble to sit up.
Raphael presses his hand against my chest and pushes me back down to the bed.
Unfortunately, he presses his hand right on top of my mark, and an extreme surge of pure euphoria rushes through every little nerve in my body.
“Oh… god…” I moan.
Caught in intense throes that dance across the line between ecstasy and agony.
Raphael’s eyes widen in surprise, and he watches me for a second too long before he rips his hand away.
Swallowing big gulps of air, I struggle to get my body to calm down again.
But it’s like he’s lit a spark inside me, and I can’t shake off the awareness of every little nerve beneath my skin vibrating with unfulfilled tension.
Tears burning at the corners of my eyes, I ask breathlessly, “What did you do to me?”
Expression softening, Raphael says, “I repaired our bond.”
His hand reaches for my face, but I quickly turn my head away, avoiding his touch.
Afraid of it.
Raphael recoils, and the pang of pain that hits his soul hits my soul, too.
Immediately, I feel guilty for hurting him.
It’s not that I don’t want him touching me…
I’m just afraid his touch will make me experience that extreme surge again.
“It shouldn’t,” he says, and my gaze snaps to his face.
Did he just read my thoughts? Like he did in the dream?
“Yes,” he purrs inside my head while staring into my eyes.
My heart quickens with anxiety. “Am I awake or still sleeping?”
Everything that’s happened has been such a… mindfuck, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell the difference again.
Raphael grabs my face with both hands and I tense and wince.
But there’s no rush of euphoria. No unbearable pleasure.
Only heat radiating from his palms.
A heat that is slowly but surely flowing down every inch of my flesh and pooling between my thighs.
“You’re awake, Alena,” he assures me with a husky rasp. “And you’re here with me.”
Staring into his eyes, I sense the same heat that’s flowing down my body is flowing down his.
“What’s happening to me?” I groan and squirm against the bed.
My legs want to rub against each other, to ease some of the pressure growing between them, but I resist the temptation.
Raphael’s expression changes in an instant.
Shifting from gentle to predatory.
Lids lowering, his eyes gleam at me like I’m something he wants to eat.
And I experience the uncomfortable sensation of feeling like a rabbit caught in a snare.
“You’re finally manifesting,” he growls.
Manifesting? What the hell does that mean? I wonder a second before his lips crash into my lips.
His lips pressing against my lips creates the most delicious sparks. Sparks I can’t get enough of.
Kissing him back, I wrap my arms around his neck and give myself up to all the wonderful sensations.
Growling deeper, he presses me harder into the bed.
His fangs nip at my bottom lip, causing something in my center to clench.
Then his tongue presses against me, spreading my lips open with a force impossible for me to defend against.
Not giving me the chance to deny him entrance.
The moment his tongue touches mine, though, I want to melt into the mattress.
He tastes fucking delicious.
It’s like he was recently drinking honey.
A honey so sweet, my tongue lashes at his to get more.
I’m falling so deep under the spell he’s putting me under, it doesn’t even register in my brain that what I’m tasting is probably blood.
His or my own.
In the end, it doesn’t matter.
I just want to devour him.
Matching his ferocity, when the taste of honey fades I bite down hard on his bottom lip.
His skin splits for me and more honey pours into my mouth before he tears himself away.
“Why, you little beast…” he says huskily. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
Slowly and purposely licking his blood off my bottom lip, I smirk deviously up at him. “No.”
I don’t know where this new Alena has come from. If it’s his personality influencing my own. Or if I’ve always secretly been like this…
But at this moment, I really don’t care.
He’s awakened a hunger buried inside me, and that comes with a price.