Page 91 of Born of Blood and Ash

“Yes, please.”

His laugh was short and rough. The essence retreated, butbefore I could mourn its loss, Ash’s cock was buried deep inside me.

“Oh, gods,” I cried out, feeling all my tiny muscles clencharound him.

Ash wasn’t in the mood for sweet, tender lovemaking.Obviously. He fucked, and with the way he and his essence held me, how thepulsating strands of eather moved me back against himas he thrust into me, he had complete control. And that heightened my lust tothe point where it was almost painful.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “So perfect.”

My head fell back against his chest as he rocked against me—

A thin tendril danced over the curve of my ass cheek. Myeyes flew open.

Ash’s movements stilled. His gaze in the reflection snaredmine. The wisp of energy slipped over where we were joined, teasing the empty,sensitive opening. “What do you want, meyaahLiessa?”

I immediately knew what he wanted to hear me say. “Fuck me,”I whispered. “Fuck my pussy and my ass, my King.”

His chuckle was darkly sensual. The current of eather pulsed and then eased itself into me. The sound Imade scorched my cheeks as the pressure filled me to the point where I feltlike I would lose all sense. Tension curled so tightly there was a good chanceI would come if he so much as twitched.

But he didn’t. Ash was utterly still behind and in me.

“You forgot something,” he chided.

“What…?” My eyes narrowed as I realized what he meant. “Howabout, fuck me now?”

“That’s not it.”

“I know.”

The tendril expanded slightly, drawing out a ragged curse.“What do you want, meyaah Liessa?” he asked again.

I could refuse, and if I did, I knew he’d still give me whatI wanted, but he also knew it wasn’t what I needed.

I turned my head toward his. “Fuck me.” Our lips brushed.“Fuck me in my ass and pussy, Ash.”

He groaned. “As you wish.”

And that is what he did. His hips and essence moved inperfect rhythm. The pleasure was all-consuming, almost too much, and I strainedand twisted in his hold as the curls of tension built quickly. Ash thrust deepand hard, holding me tightly as I ground on him. The coil deep inside me spunand spun until I didn’t think I could take much more. My entire body was toosensitive. I was too full.

The hand at my throat tipped my head back. “I love you,” Ashwhispered against my lips, kissing me.

Those three words sent me over the edge. The climax took mehard, rushing through me in pounding waves of ecstasy. My cries were lost inAsh’s groan as he found his release.

I didn’t know how long we stayed that way as sweetaftershocks fluttered through both of us, but my knees were still a little weakby the time he eased himself from me and placed me on my feet.

He kissed my temple. “Stay right there.”

“Yes, sir,” I murmured.

He shot me a quick grin, then found a washcloth that hedampened. Returning to stand behind me, he kissed the corner of my lips as hegently swept the washcloth between my thighs. The act of him cleaning me up wasso sweet I thought I might cry. Like seriously. Tears clogged my throat, and Irolled my eyes at myself. I had no idea why I was so emotional. I was going toblame post-orgasmic bliss.

“Coming back to bed?” Ash asked, tossing the washcloth intoa hamper.

I nodded. “In a minute.”

“Don’t take too long.” His lips brushed my forehead. “You’vekept me up long enough.”

“Me?” I laughed as he stepped away. “I was minding my ownbusiness in here, thank you very much.”

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