Page 88 of Of Night and Blood: Special Edition

“I want the demon prince, the untamed beast. I want you to wreck me, Bell,” I whispered in a voice of velvet against his mouth.

A husky growl was the only response I received before he was ripping off my trousers, snapping the button on the way down before snagging my boots off with the ends. He shredded my undergarments, scraps of cotton meeting the ground on either side of my thighs.

Then he was clawing off his own tunic fully, pulling his trousers and boots off with an efficiency that made me question if they had ever been on. All he had left were his own undergarments, not remotely hiding the erection that threatened to burst free of the cotton confines.

I reached for them, pushing him back until he was lying down once more.

“Allow me, Your Highness.” His eyes flashed with desire, irises a molten blue-green. I smirked, knowing that I had gained the upper hand. It had always felt like that with him. A battle of will and strength.

Slowly, teasingly, I slid the undergarments down his legs. Had his thighs always been so large? Or was I simply out of practice? I had no idea as I struggled to stretch the material down. When his member slid free, a slight bounce catching my eye, I gasped. He was…well, he was far bigger than I had anticipated.

He moved up onto his elbows, gaze trained on my movements. I held that stare as I finished removing that last barrier between our bodies. And when it was off, I peppered kisses up his legs, licking his salty skin as I went. He moaned at the touches, and when I reached his upper thighs, I bit down, his head lulling back momentarily.

I decided I liked him best this way, free and reckless.

When our eyes met once more, I knew he would tug me up onto him out of impatience and need if I did not move quicker. So I reached out and took him into my hand, stroking up from the bottom of his shaft to the soft pink head. He hissed in pleasure, encouraging me to continue.

I did, bringing my mouth to his tip, licking up the small bead of liquid that had gathered.

“Gods, Ash,” he groaned, his hand moving to my hair, pulling slightly. “I have dreamed about this for so long. You have no idea how perfect you are. How much I want you. How much I need you.”

My cheek flamed when his other hand grasped it, his thumb rubbing the corner of my mouth. I continued stroking him with my hand as I captured that thumb in my mouth. He gasped at the swirl of my tongue around it, then groaned loudly when I sucked on it, letting it leave my mouth with a pop.

Not wanting to allow him time to do anything that might give him back control, I eagerly brought his hardened member to my lips, diving my head down. An impressive string of curses came as shouted whispers from him while I continued to slide my hands up and down too, my lips tight around him.

I worked him, timing my hands and mouth to make sure I had every inch of him. His fist tightened in my hair, and I could not stop my own moan at the tug. The vibrations of my voice sent him into a frenzy, legs shaking.

He yanked me up, as if he could no longer wait to be inside of me. He sat me atop him, straddling his body. Leaning up, he offered me another kiss, this one sweeter than before, with far more love than lust.

Realization hit me like a solid force as we broke apart. I had been correct that night we departed Haven. Bellamy had loved me even then. I wondered silently how this male could have felt so deeply for me those many weeks ago. He had only known me personally a short time, though I supposed he had watched me from afar before we ever spoke.

Looking in his eyes now, the devotion he held was an extent of love I might not reach for quite some time. I kissed him again, meaning for it to be a light peck, but instead was turned starved when the devious prince deepened it.

Talented fingers met that sensitive spot between my legs, finding it wet. Another deep moan left his parted lips, and I could not help but grind against him at the sound. Twirling those fingers in a relaxed circle, he grabbed my hair once more, my head tilting back with the pull.

“I love you, Asher,” he said into my ear. I hummed, enjoying the sound of those words coming from his mouth. To be fair, I quite enjoyed most of the words that came from his mouth. Most.

He slowly laid me down once more, repeating his declaration as he kissed his way down my body. I shivered when he nibbled on my hip, his fingers sliding up the opposite thigh. The bioluminescent glow was bathing his porcelain skin, giving him an ethereal look, as if he were a god.

“Good thing I saved room for dessert,” he murmured against my skin.

I gasped at the insinuation, watching as his head dipped between my legs. His tongue made its first slow lick, and I arched into him, the pleasure great and wicked and all things unspeakable. He moaned onto me, as if the act was just as pleasing to him as it was to me.

Then he was feasting on me like I was the most delectable item the world had to offer.

I would be forever ruined. How could I not when Bellamy seemed to hear everything my body asked and provided it with deft answers?

My breath got stuck in my throat as he continued, adding a shake of his head here and there that made my stomach clench. His tongue slipped inside of me, thumb replacing it on that bundle of nerves, and I nearly screamed.

When a finger entered me, his tongue still inside, I finally sucked in air, trembling at the feel. Bellamy removed his tongue, adding another finger, then another, watching as all three worked me, that thumb still paying expert attention above.

I was a mess below him, trying and failing to maintain control. He stopped suddenly, both of his hands moving to the under side of my thighs. I whined in protest, but when I felt his chuckle ghost over my entrance, I quickly silenced myself.

He placed my bent legs over his shoulders, and then got to work once more. The new position made my stomach tighten, and soon the build up was so great that my body felt as if it might explode from the pleasure.

When I found that edge, I did not hesitate to dive off it. Nothing could compare to the weightlessness that came to me then, how my body seemed to be so full of pleasure that I wondered if I might never touch the ground again. The green on the ceiling of the cave blurred, and all I could think as I plummeted was that I loved this stupid demon. I loved him more than anything.

Riding out my high, Bellamy watched my body slump, pulling out his fingers when I stilled and sucking. I groaned, the image of his wet lips nearly sending me into a frenzy.

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