Chapters (64)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Pronunciation Guide
- Prologue
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Part Two
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Part Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Part Four
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Excerpt from The Sun and Its Shade
- The Night and Its Moon Playlist
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“Tell me how badly you want me,” she murmured. Nox moved to her knees, hovering slightly above him. He arched his hips, hoping to connect with her, to meet her, but it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap.
“I want you.”
“What would you do to have me?” she asked, sliding her dressing robe off the rest of the way, naked beneath the gauzy, silken scrap of clothing. Her skin was flushed with the heat of their arousal. She wished she had a mirror and idly considered putting one above the headboard just for this. Why should her men be the only ones able to appreciate her lean body and supple breasts?
“I’d do anything.”
She bit her lip, following his gaze as he soaked her in.
“Would you bring me to your estate?”
“And fuck you every day,” he answered confidently, ever the bastard.
“Would you give me a duchess’s title?” she asked. She pushed her hands into his chest, her breasts pressed together to accentuate their fullness with the motion. She dug her fingers slightly into the muscles of his chest, and he made a sound at the bite of her sharp nails.
His words blurred together, hurried with his eagerness.
“I’d make the people worship you like I do.”
She licked her palm and lowered her wetted hand to him, teasing him with the touch of her fingers. She encircled his shaft, allowing his appreciative moan to fill her as she made him slick and ready for her.
“Would you give me your lands?”
He groaned against her touch, closing his eyes as he answered, “All of them.”
“And your men?”
“They’re yours to command.”
“And your soul?”
“It belongs to you,” he whispered.
Checkmate.
Her hand remained upon his shaft, dangling his tip just at her entrance. She guided his length in as she eased herself down with tantalizing slowness. She slid the duke inside of her and watched the twinkle in his eye as every inch of him became soaked in the starlight and glitter and oceans that knit the very fabric of the universe. Nox moaned a true, wild sound of delight as the sensation within her exploded, the vibrancy of his life force coursing through him.
She inhaled sharply at the intense, perfect lightning that bound them.