Page 345 of Born of Blood and Ash

Then, things became wonderfully chaotic.

His hands went to the clasps down the back of my gown, buthe grew impatient before the first was undone. “I’m going to apologize ahead oftime.”

“Wha—?” I gasped as Ash gripped the back of the gown andtore the material straight down the middle. My eyes widened. “I really likedthis gown.”

“I’ll have Erlina make you another,” he promised, claimingmy mouth once more.

The gown slipped down my hips and legs and then floated awayin the water. I tugged at his shirt, hearing the soft cloth tear. He laughedroughly, ducking his head. His shirt joined the gown somewhere in the pool, hiswet, cool hands slipping over my breasts. His tongue danced with mine, and Ifelt his hands slide to my hips. His fingers made their way under the band ofthe silky undergarments as mine slipped over his wet breeches. He shoved thescrap of lace down, helping me step free of it, continuing to kiss me.

His hands replaced mine, shoving his breeches down. Hepulled me against him, and I gasped into his kiss as I felt him thick and hardagainst my belly.

“Ash,” I moaned, his hand finding its way between my legs.His fingers traced delicate circles around my sensitive flesh, teasing andtaunting me. My hips bucked against him instinctively, craving more of histouch. “I need you inside me.” Heat surged between my thighs. “Now.”

His answering groan sent a rush of hot pleasure through me.He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him once more. The arm at my waistshifted me until I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

“I love you,” he said, cradling the back of my head.

Ash thrust into me as he drew me down, filling me with onedeep, startling thrust. My breath hitched at the feeling.

“Gods, liessa…” Ashpanted, his eyes locked on mine. He began moving within me. “You feel perfect.”

My nails dug into his shoulders, clinging to him as wepicked up the pace. The water churned wildly around us, crashing against thesides of the pool. Waves of pleasure spun through my body, building andintensifying. Our moans and gasps echoed across the water, lost in the hum ofthe mills.

“This feels…it feels different.” He groaned, and I tightenedaround him. “You. Us. Everything.”

My mind raced, trying to process the myriad sensations—thepressure of Ash inside me, the water swirling around us, the sound of ourmingled breathing and moans. It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.

“Hold on to me,” he said against my lips.

“Always,” I promised as he began walking us backward.

As we reached the steps, Ash lowered us so he was sittingand I was straddling him, my knees resting against the slick, smooth step. Thechange of position drew a ragged moan from me, and I let my forehead restagainst his. Neither of us moved for several long moments. The water calmed,but our hearts didn’t.

With one hand on my hip, Ash lifted me until only the tip ofhis cock remained inside me, and then he stilled.

I whimpered against his mouth, wiggling against him, but heheld me in place. “Ash.”

He chuckled, the sound husky and rough. “Fuck me, liessa.”

The wicked demand ignited a fire. My blood burned, and myskin tingled. But his command did more. Gave more. He was freely handing overcontrol.

And giving it to me.

Gods, I was so in love with him.

Muscles low in my stomach clenched. Our eyes locked. “Yes,my King.”

His irises flashed silver when starlight filled them.

Pressing my hands against his chest, I slid down his length.The feel of him now was like a jolt of pure eatherflooding my veins, making my heart race and my breathing shallow.

Our mouths came together once more, my body moving in a slowand sensuous dance. He held himself still, all but his hands. They roamed andexplored, skating over the curves of my hips, the dip of my waist, and then theswells of my breasts as I rode him.

That deep, carnal sound came from him again. His hands slidto my bottom, his long fingers pressing into the flesh and squeezing. Everyinch of my being ignited with pleasure, each stroke of his cock coaxing moansfrom my lips.

Moving up and down, I ran my hands over the muscles of hisshoulders and traced my way down his chest, the coolness of his flesh under mine intensifying every ripple of sensation. I couldfeel power radiating off him as he restrained himself, and it caressed the sameraw energy inside me, sending my desire soaring even higher.

His back bowed, and then his mouth replaced his fingers. Icried out when he sucked the hardened peak of my breast into his mouth. Igripped the back of his head, eyes closed and panting as I ground down on him,moving my hips in tight, almost frantic circles. I rocked against him, lettingmy head fall back and surrendering to the sensation—to the need. To him. Waterwhipped around us, splashing across the floor. I could feel myself tightening,rushing toward release, and in the back of my mind, it seemed almost impossiblethat the pleasure could feel this intense and stunning. What Ash had saidmoments ago had been correct. Everything did feel different. Every touch, everycaress was heightened by the knowledge that our connection had grown deeper,somehow more profound. Maybe it was because our love for each other felt evenmore tangible now, taking shape inside me. Either way, the tension was like arope being stretched too far.

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