Page 64 of A Shattered Kingdom of Steel

He doesn’t stop rubbing me, continuing to play with me at a painstakingly slow pace. While he does, tendrils of his shadows curve around me. They arch down to both of my breasts, their feathery softness applying focused pressure to my already erect nipples.

“Fuck,” I moan. White-hot pleasure fills me, leaving no part of my body unscathed. “Fuuuuckk.”

With his free hand, Asheros grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. The pressure builds between my legs, coiling low in my abdomen. As if sensing my need, his fingers quicken, driving me closer and closer and closer to the edge. Moans tumble from my mouth, one after another. My cries echo off the cave walls, but I don’t care.

And neither does he.

If anything, he seems to revel in the sounds of my ecstasy. His own breathing quickens, the motion of his fingers fervent with need.

Fragmenting, I fall into my climax.

But Asheros doesn’t stop, sending me right into another.

“Gods,” I pant. “I need… I need…”

The words lie at the tip of my tongue, but damn it all, I can’t fucking think.

Asheros’s burning, crystalline irises are all I can look at, even when he slides a finger already slick with my arousal right into me.

My mouth opens at the welcome intrusion, my breath leaving my lungs.

“Mm,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “You need more, don’t you?”

All I can muster is a nod. Still teasing my breasts, his shadows grasp my ass, drawing another moan from somewhere low in my throat.

Taut with restraint, the lines of Asheros’s face harden. I whimper when he withdraws his finger, until he plunges two inside me. Curling his fingers, he pumps them into me, hitting deep inside, hard enough to make me see stars.

“Fuck.” My eyes roll back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Yes, Bladesinger,” he murmurs. He sounds fucking delicious. “You’re going to give me one more.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, breath hot against my ear. “Come on my fingers like the goddess you are.”

His words give me the last push I needed. Unadulterated rapture washes over me in waves, Asheros’s fingers slowing as I climax. I sag against his shadows, needing their support now more than ever.

Shadows receding, Asheros touches his forehead to mine, and brushes my wet hair from my face. Jaw tight, he swallows, throat bobbing.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I want more of you,” he murmurs, a growl in the back of his throat. “So badly.”

“Then have me.” The words leave my lips before I even realize what I’m saying. But I don’t regret them.

“You know it’s not that simple, Bladesinger.” His voice is a gravelly, rough breath.

“Why not,” I huff, my breath heated by desire and frustration.

He lets out an agonized whine.

It shouldn’t be, but that sound is music to my depraved ears, because I know how much he wants me. How not having me leaves him starved.

“You know gods-damn well why.”

“Oh, do I?” I tease.

“Yes,” he growls. “You do.”

Theelia’s blessing.

He’s insinuating we’re not destined to kill each other. That, instead, we’re…

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