Free Surrender by Rachel Carrington

created electrical shocks within her mons until she caught her breath and held it, praying for mercy—or release.
    When the dam broke, she bucked off the bed and screamed his name, while he slammed into her repeatedly until his own release snagged him in a breathtaking spiral.
    “By the gods,” she whispered, flinging her head back against the mattress. Damp strands of her hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, and she draped one arm over her eyes while concentrating on breathing. She couldn’t remember ever losing her breath during sex.
    Jarek moved off her, sliding down next to her on the bed. His hand splayed across her stomach, and he closed his eyes on a sigh.
    Kira turned her head sideways and peeked at him from underneath her arm. She didn’t know what to say. Did she even need to say anything at all?
    “Amazing,” Jarek finally murmured.
    She relaxed somewhat. “I would have to agree.”
    Jarek pulled her arm away from her face. “Now, do you doubt what you know to be true?”
    She scowled at him and yanked her arm free. Pushing herself to a sitting position, she dragged her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Do we have to talk about this now?”
    Jarek’s scowl matched hers. “You’d rather keep denying the truth? Kira, this is much more than just destiny. You feel it as much as I do.”
    The damning words were the truth, but she couldn’t admit it. Instead, she slipped off the bed and padded across the floor on bare feet. She felt Jarek’s eyes watching her every move as she bent to recover her gown. “I cannot join with you, Jarek, not as your queen. My father would kill you first.”
    He sat up. “Are your father’s desires more important than your own?” Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he watched her step into her panties and drag them over her hips. “I understand this is confusing. I didn’t want to admit it at first, either, but you belong here. You belong with me.”
    She dragged her hands through her tousled hair before turning to face him. “Stop saying that!” The words came out on a shout that made the portraits on the wall sway. She desperately needed air, space, time to think. Nothing made sense anymore, not her devotion to her father, her vow of vengeance, and certainly not her attraction to the man who was supposed to be her enemy.
    Sliding off the bed, Jarek stood in front of her, towering over her, his body mere inches away from hers. How could she still want to touch him? Her fingers inched to sink into the softness of his hair, to clasp his head to her breast and beg him to suckle again. But outwardly, she remained calm, unmoved. It had to be this way. Her loyalty must remain with her father.
    “We shall belong to one another.” The hum of his words made her pussy tingle, but she refused to bend, even though her willpower was rapidly fading.
    “No. I’m not becoming your queen or anything else. I will, out of the kindness of my heart, allow you to remain here in Timara, and even share my bed time and again, but hear me well. I will not, under any circumstances, marry you.” The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush, her emotions running high.
    Couldn’t he understand that she needed him to back off? Her resolve was rapidly fading, and were she to lose her anger, she didn’t know if she could keep denying the truth behind his words.
    “And if you’re pregnant?”
    Her heart lurched in her breast. “Then I shall have a baby.”
    His brows lowered, and he grabbed hold of her arm, yanking her into close contact with his naked body. “ We shall have a baby,” he corrected.
    “I do not require your assistance to raise a child, if, indeed, I do carry yours.”
    “This isn’t about what you require, Kira.” The words came out through gritted teeth. “We belong together.”
    She tried to pry his fingers away, but this time, he held fast. Their eyes met and held, clashing in an intimate duel. “Oh, really? Try to find