Page 97 of A Shattered Kingdom of Steel

He pulls away, our bodies still inches apart. In his wake, the coolness of the air meets my skin, and I almost whimper at the loss of his warmth.

His touch.

Looking at me through darkened, desperate eyes, he breathes, “I am utterly yours, Bladesinger. Tell me what you want. Tell me how to worship you, my goddess.”

Lips parted as if he’s dying of thirst, he watches me closely. He would do anything for me. Anything I ask of him. He’s giving me all his power.

It makes me throb with need.

“I want you on your knees.”

Without hesitation, he falls to his knees before me, and runs his hands down over my rear and the backs of my legs. When he lowers his mouth to my inner thigh, his breath is hot on my skin.

“I’ll never have enough of you.” He moves his mouth closer to my core, yet still not where I want him. Gently, he nips at the sensitive skin there with his teeth, sending shivers rushing through my body. “I’ll always, always need more.”

He sinks lower, settling himself between my legs, his hands still roaming the backs of my thighs. Looking up at me, his gaze mingles with mine, then he blows lightly on my most sensitive spot.

I thread my fingers through his hair, mussing white-blond silk.

Eyes falling to my sex, he opens his mouth and licks his lips. “So fucking wet for me.”

My hands grasp his hair and clench. “Your mouth,” I pant. “Now.”

He sucks in a breath, a dark haze crossing his features. My body thrums with anticipation. Gods above, I need this—I need him—more than anything.

I’ve been with males before, but never, never like this. Never with my mate. It’s thrilling. Intoxicating. And then his tongue is on me, and I lose the capacity to form words.

A breathy moan slips from my lips. Gods, it’s all I can do.

Asheros’s tongue finds the one spot that will unravel me, licking and sucking. He rakes his tongue over my core in a circular motion, taking devastatingly slow, steady strokes. At the same time, he kneads the backs of my thighs while cupping the swell of my rear.

Ecstasy sparks the fire between my legs, and I can feel myself becoming even wetter. My fingers tighten their grip in his hair, but if it hurts, he doesn’t seem to notice or care.

Groaning into me, he doesn’t stop his leisurely exploration of my sex, taking his time to find all of me with his mouth. He drags his tongue down from my throbbing ache and slips it inside me, just as painstakingly deliberate as before.

I gasp, breathing heavily.

Asheros works his tongue in and out of me, further lighting my body aflame. I moan, and his grasp on me tightens, fingers digging into my skin. The subtle bite of pain only adds to the sensation, increasing my pleasure.

Pressure builds deep within me, molten and fierce, and I can’t help but rock my hips against his mouth. Asheros continues his unyielding assault on my senses until my legs are shaking from the intensity of the feeling. Every part of me is heightened, attuned to this moment, to every little thing he does.

The pleasure climbs, and climbs, and climbs, until—

Shattering, I cry out, lurching forward when I do. My hands linger in Asheros’s hair, only falling to his chest when he rises to his full height. His lips glisten with my wetness, a wicked, primal hunger in the curve of his mouth. And even though I just climaxed, my core aches at the sight.

Eyes crystallized, bearing into me like sharply cut diamonds, Asheros lazily drags two fingers across his lips. Without breaking from my stare, he slips them into his mouth and sucks my wetness from them slowly as if it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

“You have ruined me for anyone else, Lymseia,” he says, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Absolutely ruined me.”

“Then it’s a damn good thing you’ll never be with anyone else,” I breathe. Possessiveness laces my words, while desire stirs, low in my abdomen.

“Fuck, yes, it is,” he growls, before crashing his lips to mine.

I taste myself on his tongue and it has me moaning into our kiss.

Asheros pulls away, breathing heavily. He looks at me as if he’s waiting for my next command even though he wants nothing more than to take me right here, right now.

And damn it all to hell, I want him to take me right here. Right now.

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