The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

My husband.
My heartmate.
My savior.
Gods, he…he had saved me, believing he’d committed
the forbidden act of Ascension. He’d taken that risk,
understanding that I would become a vampry. His father
hadn’t been able to stop him. Neither had the gods. No one
could because he wouldn’t let me go. He refused to lose me.
Because he loved me.
And now he climbed over me, his attention feral and
possessive. Every muscle in my body tensed. My leg curled
as he slid his hand up my thigh, the rough skin of his palm
creating delicious friction. I couldn’t look away from the
vivid burn of his eyes. I was absolutely transfixed by them—
by him. Slipping an arm under my waist, he flipped me onto
my belly. Surprise flickered through me. I started to rise, but
the heat of his body against my back pressed me down to
the rough blanket. Casteel rained kisses down my spine,
over my hips, and then to the swell of my rear, eliciting a
shiver from me.
“If you ever tell me to kiss your ass,” he said,
“remember that I already have.”
A throaty laugh parted my lips, the sound and act
surprising. “I don’t think I’ll forget that.”
“Good.” He lifted me to my knees, using his thigh to
urge my legs farther apart. My fingers dug into the coarse
material as a tremble of anticipation rolled through me. “I’m
not going to last very long,” he warned. “But neither will
you.”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe with him curling his
arm around my waist as his other hand clamped down on
my hip. He didn’t move. My pulse thrummed.
“Cas—” His name ended in a sharp cry as he thrust into
me.
He pulled me back against him as he plunged into me,
over and over, his pace wickedly savage. Pulling my back