Page 413 of Born of Blood and Ash

“Sera,” he said, stretching up to take my mouth in his. Itasted my blood on his lips. His chest was harder against mine, and when I ranmy hands from his hair over his shoulders, I felt his flesh becoming smoother.“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Ash pulled free of me and lifted me from the table. I caughta glimpse of his shadowstone-hued skin. The moment myfeet touched the stone floor, he turned me with one hand on my hip. The otherpressed me down until my chest was flush against the table. His hand left myhip, sliding between my cheek and the table so I rested on his forearm. Hethrust deeply, all the way to the hilt.

He held himself completely still, his length and hardnessfilling me as his rough, short breaths stirred the hair at my temple. “Youokay?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

Then he moved again, and things…things sort of spun out ofcontrol.

Ash reached down, hooking his arm around my thigh. He liftedmy leg so my knee was on the table. The angle sent him deeper. He moved behindme, fast and hard, each thrust shaking the dishware even more than before. Theway he placed me on the table and his dominating presence held me in place.There was no escaping the plunge of his hips, nowhere to hide from the fire hewas building inside me. Not that I wanted to. I reveled in every hard, raw pumpof his hips and the slick feel of him. I clutched the fingers of his handbeside my head, the contrast of my skin against the now-midnight hue of hisstartling. Oh, gods. I could feel him growing thicker, larger as he shiftedcompletely into his Primal form. The sounds that came from me as he fucked mescorched the air. My body started to stiffen, and tension coiled tighter andtighter inside me. He thrust in, his hips rolling and grinding—

My head kicked back, and that tension erupted, shatteringinto a thousand silken shards. Ash pressed in, holding still as wisps ofshadowy eather whipped out, flowing across the tablewhen he roared his release. Something cracked somewhere. I wasn’t sure what itwas. The pleasure swept us both up in a storm that rose and fell in crashingwaves until we were both spent.

I slowly became aware of something cool and damp slippingover our joined hands. My eyes fluttered open to see a puddle. I followed thestreams of water to the shattered glasses.

My eyebrows rose. “Ash?”

“Mmm?”

“You broke the glasses.”

“I did?” He lifted his head from my shoulder. “Fuck.”

I grinned. “I think that is what broke them.”

He laughed roughly. “You okay?”

“Perfect.”

“You are.”

My grin grew as he leaned over me, kissing my cheek. Heeased himself from me and lifted me from the table, then turned me again. Butthis time, he sat.

Ash didn’t just jerk me onto his lap. He slowly lowered meand brought my gaze to his. Once he didn’t detect anything off, he folded hisarms around me, holding me close to his chest.

“I think,” he said, his chest rising and falling against myhand, “we need to end breakfast this way every day.”

“Then we will really be out of glasses.”

He chuckled, smoothing several curls back from my face.“Worth it.”

We sat there for a little bit, letting our hearts slow. Weneeded to start getting ready. My hand slid over his chest as I started sittingup—

I jolted, my gaze going to where my hand rested on hischest. I could feel his heart beneath my palm, beating in a steady rhythm that…

Gasping, my head jerked up. “Do you feel that?”

His half-hooded gaze swept over me. “Your come on my dick? Ido.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, my gods, I’m not talking about that!”

“Look at you.” He toyed with my hair. “Blushing.”

I felt like my face was on fire. “I’m talking about ourhearts.” I stopped the hand that was wandering from my stomach and brought itto my chest. “Focus.”

His lazy grin froze, and then the haze disappeared from hiseyes. He sat straighter.

“They…they’re beating in sync, aren’t they?” I said.

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