Page 89 of Of Night and Blood: Special Edition

“Delicious,” he whispered.

Then he sat me up, lifting me by the hips and bringing me down onto him, thrusting the entirety of his length inside of me. I screamed out, the sound echoing off the cave walls. His own cry of ecstasy mixed with mine, creating a symphony of pleasure.

He offered no reprieve, no time to adjust to the sheer size of him as he continued raising my hips and slamming me onto him. My nails dug into his shoulders, his lips sucking in one of my peaked nipples and pushing me that much closer to shattering once more.

It was then, as we both panted, that I felt somehow whole. When a Healer fixed ripped skin and broken bones, it was sort of like being sewn back together. While Bellamy held me, mumbling filthy words against my chest and worshipping my body like I was his own version of Eternity, I could not escape the feeling that my soul was being healed. That it was being stitched to his, like two halves coming together for the first time.

Just when I thought it could not get any more euphoric, Bellamy gripped me tighter and—with a deftness I did not know was possible—stood up. He remained inside of me as he walked us over to one of the cave walls, this one near the entrance and bare of the glowing creatures. He pushed me up against it, kissing me once more as one of his hands held my rear and the other found the back of my head. Those many rings adorning his fingers were ice cold, but his skin was nearly steaming, making me almost too warm.

“Hold on tight,” he rasped with a sly smirk on his face. I did as I was told, digging my fingers into his back. “Just like that, Princess.”

Then he was thrusting his hips once more, bringing him into me over and over again. I could feel the bruises forming on my skin from his tight grip, identical to the ones he was likely creating as he nipped at my neck. I relished in the thought of how he was marking me.

Lips numb and thighs spasming, I clawed my hands down Bellamy’s back, a throaty moan slipping from my lips. I was coming unraveled, like a spool of yarn being unwound to create something beautiful. All the while, he watched me with those piercing blue eyes, staring at the way my face contorted in pleasure.

“You mean everything, Asher. Everything. You are the beginning and the end and every moment in between,” he said, the tempo of his thrusts speeding. His voice of sugar and gravel sent tingles down my spine.

I was too enraptured by the feel of him inside me to speak. Close, so wonderfully close, to that edge again, I bit down on his shoulder to rein in my screams. He moaned my name, doing things to me no one ever had with just a sound.

As if he could read my mind, the demon prince moved one hand to rub that spot between my thighs once more.

“You are mine, Princess,” he rasped into my ear.

It was all I needed to tip over, coming undone in his arms, the wall of rock behind me pinching my skin. I did not care as that incredible pleasure pulsed through me, dotting my vision with stars.

The demon continued on, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me. Right as his body tensed, that crescendo approaching quickly, I grabbed his face, bringing his eyes to mine.

“My heart is yours, Bellamy. I see you, all of you, and I am not afraid. I love you,” I said.

He roared, thrusting himself in to the hilt as he followed me right over that edge.

The well of power in my chest hummed, and I felt that sense of rightness and completion solidify.

His head fell to the crook of my neck, the two of us shaking as we both came down from the high. When he lifted to look at me, a tear rolled down his cheek. I quickly swiped it away with my finger, to comfort or erase, I was unsure. He smiled then, a soft upturn of his lips that did not show either dimple.

Bellamy carried me over to our discarded clothes, laying me down on top of them and pulling my back to his chest. He wrapped us in his red cloak, breaths still uneven. As he held me, I felt two more tears hit my neck, and I knew that there was far more the demon was hiding than I ever expected.

Chapter Forty-Nine

As we lay there, I wondered what he was keeping from me. There was a reason he needed me to meet their king, his father, as soon as possible. Likely also more information about Mia and Xavier he did not wish me to know just yet. Some sort of timeline existed in his mind, one that determined when I would be afforded such secrets.

I turned around to face him, our bodies pressed together firmly. His eyes were pink, a slight puff to them. I wanted to believe that things between us had changed, that we would become a team. But that was not true, not while so many untold truths lingered between us.

“Is it safe to assume the sex was not so terrible it made you cry?” I asked, aiming for a laugh. His eyes grew wide, as if in panic. He grabbed my chin tilting my head up to his fully.

“I have been dreaming of doing that since the moment I laid my eyes on you, and it was far better than I could have ever imagined,” he said, voice raspy and tone earnest.

“Then why?” My voice broke on the words, my pain surfacing. I had not fully forgiven him for what he had done, the way he had taken me, but I knew I would be able to if he only told me the truth now.

“Some things should not be known, and this is one of those things. Can you trust that I would tell you if I thought it could be of help?” he asked, bright eyes searching my own.

I wanted to tell him yes, but I did not believe him. There was so much I deserved to know that he would not tell me. The why did not matter when I was being actively denied information that I knew with every fiber of my being involved me. Even knowing that to be true, I nodded, changing the subject.

With my choice now made, we would have very little time together. I did not wish to spend it arguing.

Instead, I offered up my own truths, horribly ugly ones that I had never wanted him to know. Still, I gave and gave, hoping he too would give someday. I told him of each body I watched slump to the floor, shared with him the times I tortured fae into admitting their crimes, spoke of the many lies I told to hide my transgressions.

Finally, I told him about Sipho, through shuddering cries and hiccupping sobs. He held me the entire time, and when I finished, he kissed the amethyst on my neck.

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