Page 90 of Born of Blood and Ash

A sleepy growl rumbled from Ash’s chest, causing tight, fineshivers to race down my spine.

“Liessa,” he murmured,his voice thick with sleep and… I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of hisarousal. “I can taste your slickness on my tongue.”

My lips parted at the sharp pang of desire his wordselicited.

The deep growl came again. “You should come back to bednow.”

I was half-tempted to do just that, but until I was sure Iwouldn’t throw up, I figured it would be a bad idea. “I’ll be right back.”

His snarl of disapproval brought another smile to my face asI tore my gaze from him and entered the chamber. I drank as much water as Icould, erasing the taste in my mouth before placing the glass on the vanity.Luckily, as I took care of personal needs, the nausea subsided. I feltcompletely normal.

Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. I still felt strange.My skin prickled on and off. I figured it must have something to do with meusing the essence earlier to restore the river.

I picked up the glass of water, drinking what was left—

I gasped, nearly dropping the glass as Ash appeared behindme in the mirror. He wordlessly reached around me, plucked the glass from mygrasp, and placed it on the vanity. “Did you just shadowstepfrom the bed to the bathing chamber?”

“Maybe,” he said, burying his face in the crook of my neckas he folded an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest. His righthand rested on my belly, just above my navel. Even in the dim light of thebathing chamber, the contrast between my paler skin and his rich tones wasstark. “I grew impatient.”

He’d also grown hard.

My skin flushed at the feel of his thick length against myback. “I wasn’t gone that long.”

“We will have to disagree on that,” he said, and I saw hishand sliding down in the reflection. I widened my stance, giving that wanderinghand of his permission.

My heart thudded as I watched his other hand curl around myright breast. My already pebbled nipples hardened as he drew his finger acrossthe peak. The breath I took caught as his lips coasted up the side of my neck,drawing forth blade-sharp anticipation of feeling his fangs against my skin and…anemotion I refused to focus on.

I bit my lip as he rolled the nipple between his forefingerand thumb. A tremor went through me. “Should we return to the bedchamber?”

“I’m too impatient to do so.” He nipped at my ear as hishand delved between my thighs. One long, cool finger slipped inside, drawing aragged moan from me. “And you know what you are?”

I watched the tendons of his hand flex as his finger—fingers—movedinside me. “What?”

“You’re just as slick and wet as I tasted earlier.”

Oh, gods.

A shudder of heat and desire went through me as my hipstwitched against his hand. His fang scraped my earlobe once more as he withdrewhis hand from my thighs and dragged his palm up my stomach, leaving aglistening trail in its wake.

“So very wet,” he purred.

My skin was burning, but it had little to do with howblatant my arousal was. His fingers dragged over my left breast as his lipsbrushed my temple—

Something cool and soft slipped over my calf, causing mybody to jerk. I started to look down, but Ash folded his hand over the front ofmy throat. He tipped my head back, and I caught a brief glimpse of the silveryorbs of his eyes before he claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was fierce, parting my lips with one sweep of histongue as that cool, swirling mass of energy reached my knee. My pulse poundedas his tongue swept over my fangs. The rich, smoky taste of his blood hit mytongue as cool air kissed the area between my thighs. A shudder racked me as Ifelt another tendril curl itself around my upper leg, lifting it and spreadingme open. Ash chuckled against my lips and then deepened the kiss, his tonguethrusting just as the essence did the same. I cried out, my back arching as hisPrimal essence filled me. His mouth left mine, but his hand stayed at my throatas my gaze flicked back to the mirror.

I was transfixed by what I saw, unable to look away as thethick, shadowy tendril wrapped around my right leg moved deep inside me.

“You’re even wetter now.” Ash’s rough voice vibrated throughthe bathing chamber as he, too, was fixated on our reflection. “Even more softand hot.”

Gods, he was…

Ash was wicked.

I trembled as I felt crackling air spin itself along myright leg, the buzz of energy teasing and humming as it climbed. My breathstuttered as I felt his essence beneath my rear, lifting me until neither foottouched the floor.

“That’s my pretty, wet pussy,” he whispered in my ear. Imoaned as the hold around my waist tightened. “I need to feel it on my cock.”

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