Valkyrie Fate (Valkyrie Bound #2) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Valkyrie Bound Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
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His teeth graze the column of my throat. A moment later his lips trace the curve of my breast, slow and tantalizing, until he takes my nipple between his teeth.

I cry out, pleasure spiraling into a dizzying peak. My back arches off the bed as electric shocks pulse from where he teases me relentlessly with his lips and teeth.

He slips his hands beneath the hem of my shirt, gently tugging the fabric up my body. I shiver beneath his touch, eager, aching, pleading.

He pulls away long enough to strip it from my body, and then makes quick work of my bra, the thin straps snapping beneath his impatient hands. My sweats and panties go too, stripped with gentle efficiency.

Devotion and violence blaze like twin suns in his eyes as he sees the bruises dotting my skin.

He shifts us in the bed, laying me out as he comes to his knees above me, moving with all the ease and grace of one who has spent millennia on a battlefield. Reverent hands trace every mark the Forsaken left behind, as if he intends to wipe the memory of their torment from my mind and replace them with his touch.

I don't think he realizes he already is. Every time he touches me, another dark memory falls from my mind, consumed by his Light and the way he cares for me.

He dips his head, his lips trailing across my skin. "They'll pay, Tori," he breathes. "I swear to you, every last Forsaken who laid their hands on you will pay."

"I know," I whisper, sliding my hand into his hair. "But they have no place here now, Reaper. Not in this bed. Just love me."

"Ja, little Valkyrie. Like no other." His lips close around my nipple again. It's only his mouth and my skin. Heaven. Pure heaven.

I nearly levitate off the bed, shouting his name in pure bliss.

His hand inches down my stomach, slipping between my legs. His fingers brush against my center, pulling a cry from my lips.

"The sight of you, all laid out for me, drives me mad," he murmurs, those smoldering amber eyes of his meeting mine. The predatory look in them sends a flood of arousal between my legs.

He feels it.

A dark, rumbling purr vibrates from his chest. "Oh, solsken. I think you like making me crazy."

"Yes." I want him as wild with desire as he makes me.

"Good," he growls, nipping at my collarbone. His hand slides to my breast, squeezing the soft flesh before he rolls my nipple between his fingers once more.

A shock of pleasure dances through me, pulling a groan from my lips.

His mouth trails down, kissing every inch of me as though committing the taste of my skin to his memory. Each press of lips is molten fire; each touch is a brand on my body, marking me as his. He explores each curve, worshipping me, not simply man to woman but Fae to Valkyrie.

Then he's there. Between my legs. Heat flashes through my body, lighting every single nerve on fire. He strokes me with those wicked fingers while his mouth wreaks havoc on me, licking and kissing everywhere.

The sensation is too much, overwhelming in its intensity.

"I want to hear you," he groans. "I want all of you, solsken."

I don't hesitate to give him what he wants. "I'm yours, Reaper. God, I'm yours." My voice is nothing more than a whisper, but he hears me. He always does.

"Ja, you are," he whispers back before thrusting his tongue into me.

The world narrows to this moment. To the touch of him. To the sound of him. To the scent of him, musky and intoxicating. His low growls send vibrations through my core, stoking the fire inside me.

I come apart for him in a deluge of sensations that leaves me crying out his name and shaking. He rides out the wave with me, never breaking contact as he drinks in every spasm of pleasure that wracks my body.

When I fall limp beneath him, he lifts himself up onto his elbows to look at me. His amber eyes are dark with desire but something else burns there too—love. I see it in the depths of his gaze—a fierce and all-consuming love that mirrors my own feelings for him.

He's beautiful this way, wild and untamed yet infinitely gentle—a deadly warrior brought to his knees by love. By me. It's far too soon to feel this…and yet he feels it anyway. And yet, I feel it anyway, beating in my chest like the drums of war. This Fae is my purpose. He's my reason.

A smile tugs at the corner of his sinful lips as he studies me, a thread of wonder shimmering in the molten amber of his eyes. I reach up, tracing the outline of his face with reverent fingers. His skin is warm and smooth beneath my touch, subtly roughened by the light dusting of stubble on his jawline.


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