Dillon wakes up in Ezekiel’s bed, at his estate, with no memory of arriving. She still believes that she is simply there for his pleasure, and once the weekend comes to an end, she will leave and go back to her life. She has no clue that the massive male at her back is about to implode her life with his revelations. Dillon wobbles between shock, acceptance and arousal when it is disclosed that she is not human, and neither is he, and that her once mundane existence is now to be filled with budding supernatural abilities, telepathy, empathic connections, and someday she will be King Ezekiel’s, Queen.
Snippet: He kisses me as tenderly as I've ever been kissed. I feel his enormous, thudding pulse at my jaw through his palm. His lips are soft and firm and yielding and demanding all at once. He is a mass of contradictions that make perfect sense, and I feel as if I am nothing more than a mess of confused, uncontrolled, dim witted responses. I am behind and flailing and I wonder if I will eternally be catching up. This is a new feeling for me, but it is as intoxicating as what his kiss does to my insides.
I hear his thoughts, and again, his unscripted verbiage literally melts me into a puddle of desire; you are the love of my life, my very long life. You are meticulous anarchy, a mess of promise and passion and fulfillment of my wildest desires and fantasies. You are my mate, my queen, my love, my passion. You are MINE!
Warning: This story contains over 10,000 explicit words
