Total pages in book: 222
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1070(@200wpm)___ 856(@250wpm)___ 713(@300wpm)
My breathing picked up as I curled my fingers around his wrist. “Touch me.” I brought his hand to my breast.
Ash growled low in his throat at the contact, and my back arched, pressing me into his palm. “Like I said before, I’ll do whatever you ask of me,” he swore, wisps of eather spinning wildly in his eyes. He dragged his thumb over the tip of my breast. “Anything.”
I knew he spoke the truth.
He would do anything for me.
My stomach fluttered as he cupped my other breast. His eyes remained fixed on mine as I moved my other hand down the cool, hard skin of his chest, inching lower. His stomach muscles tightened under my palm. Reaching the band of his breeches, I found the clasp there and undid it with slightly shaking fingers. Ash worked his feet free of his boots, and then it was he who stood still as I drew his pants down.
Kneeling, I looked up, taking in the dusting of dark hair on his thick, muscular thighs. I found faint nicks in his skin—scars I’d never learn the story behind. I’d never know if he’d gained them before he Ascended, while he learned to wield a sword, or if something terrible had created them, but I cherished them nonetheless.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to the one on his knee and then the other just above it. Drawing my hands up the outsides of his legs, I paid homage to the inch-long scar on his inner thigh.
Hearing the sharp breath he took, I smiled as I pulled back and looked up. Muscles curled low in my stomach, and I knew he had to hear the breath I took as my gaze landed on his thick, rigid cock. I bit down on my lip, remembering how he tasted, how he felt when he came against my tongue. I stretched up, started to lean in…
Ash’s hand returned to my hair, stopping me.
I looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted. “You said anything.”
“I did.” His hand fisted in my hair, tugging at my scalp in a way that caused a rush of pounding heat.
“And I want you in my mouth.” I clasped his thighs. “I want to taste you.”
“Sera,” Ash groaned. “Anything but that.”
My eyes narrowed. “I didn’t realize there were restrictions.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t either. But if you do that, I’ll…”
I scraped my nails against his skin, far too pleased by the brief flash of his fangs. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll lose control.”
My blood turned to liquid fire at the thought of him with no control. “That is what I want.”
“It’s what I want, too.” The faint glow of eather appeared in the veins of his cheeks and throat, causing an unsteady breath to escape me. “But I want to lose control with my cock deep inside you, not when I’m fucking your mouth.”
My legs trembled as a pulse of lust went straight to my core.
His head tilted to the side, causing his hair to fall across one side of his face. A glowing eye pierced mine. “You’d like that.”
Nothing about him saying, “fucking your mouth” should turn me on, but I nodded. Because when he said it? I wanted him to fuck my mouth. Hard.
Ash’s nostrils flared.
Had I said that out loud?
“You can have that all you want,” he bit out. “After.”
After.
Just a single word often taken for granted. We didn’t have an after. “But—”
“After,” he insisted, the grip on my hair firm enough to guide me to my feet.
Holding his gaze, I nodded. There was no reason to correct him. We could pretend. We had every right to. “Are there other things not included in anything?”
A hint of a teasing smile played across his mouth. I loved that kind of smile. It was rare. Would I remember it where…wherever I went?
“Sera,” he said, softly this time.
I blinked, lifting my gaze to his.
“We’re here.” Both of his hands cupped my cheeks. “We’re together. Right now. That is all that matters. Just us. Just right now.”
Exhaling roughly, I nodded. “Just us.”
Ash dipped his head, capturing my lips with a sweet, lingering touch. I trembled as the kiss deepened, as he tasted and owned me, drinking me in.
His mouth left mine once more, but he skipped my throat. I didn’t know if that was on purpose—if he’d sensed that seedling of unease in me before—but his lips blazed another hot trail across my collarbone. His fingers followed his mouth, grazing over my shoulders, my breasts. They coasted over the curve of my stomach, finding the band of my pants.
Ash’s tongue flicked against the crest of my breast, and then he drew the flesh into his mouth, wringing a gasp from me as he tugged the pants over my hips and then down. I stepped out of them, shivering at the soft whisper of air against my skin.