Page 98 of A Shattered Kingdom of Steel

“I need to have you,” I say, though it comes out as a half moan.

“Gods, yes, Bladesinger,” he purrs. “Yes. Please. Let me give you what you need.”

Taking both of his hands, I lead him to the closest bedroll. “Sit.”

Licking his lips, he obeys, watching me as he lowers himself onto the bedroll. I sink into his lap, straddling him. Placing both of my palms to his chest, I push him down onto his back and lean over him. Muscles flex in his jaw, shoulders rising and falling with every breath. Taking my time with him, just like he did with me, my fingers trace the planes of his chest, down to his abdomen, until I get to the waistband of his pants.

Slowly, I unfasten and tug them down, past his hips. Taking note of the hungry look in his eyes and the sweat gleaming on his chest, shining in the low light, I drop his pants onto the ground.

He watches me intently, his breath quickening every time my fingers move over his hard length. Taking him in my hands, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and give it a light squeeze. He grunts, eyelids fluttering.

Smirking, I bite my lip and lower my mouth to his tip. He looks at me as if he’ll come undone just by watching me play with him. But I’m going to do so much more than that. Parting my lips, I take the tip of him into my mouth, moaning at his taste. I take him deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, until his hardness hits the back of my throat.

A growl tumbles from his lips, raw and ragged. “Fuuuckkk, Lymseia.”

Still gripping the base of his shaft, I work my hands up and down in time with my mouth. Sucking slowly, deeply, I swirl my tongue back and forth, drawing a moan from him.

The sound snaps whatever self-control I have left. My head bobs up and down along his length, quickening in pace. Asheros’s breathing comes faster now, more uncontrolled. His exhales become moans that make me grateful that I’m kneeling and can take more of him into my mouth.

“Bladesinger,” he pants, sounding as if he’s struggling to speak. “Your mouth is fucking divine, you know that?”

His praise sends desire thrumming through my body, scorching need gathering deep inside me. My core aches to be filled by him, but I don’t stop licking and sucking him, high on the noises he makes.

He lets out a vicious groan. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulls my head from his rock-hard length, and stares deep into my eyes. “So help me, I need you to be a good girl and put my cock inside of you. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Adjusting my stance over him, I direct his length to my core and lower myself onto him. A string of curses tumbles from my lips. He fills me slowly, inch by inch, until he’s completely buried inside me.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he coos, moving his hands to my hips. He guides my motions over his length, up and down, gripping me hard. “You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Lost in the feel of him, all I can do is nod.

“Say it, Bladesinger,” he demands, driving into me faster now. “Tell me how much of a good girl you are.”

“I’m—fuck.” My eyes close, blinded by the white-hot pleasure wreaking havoc on my senses. “I’m such a good fucking girl.”

His approval rumbles, low in his throat. “That’s fucking right, you are.”

Every thrust of his hips drives deeply into me, hitting that spot in my core that has me closer and closer to unraveling.

“Gods,” I moan. “Fucking. Gods.”

“The only goddess here right now is you, Bladesinger,” Asheros rasps. The rapturous look in his eyes makes me feel fucking divine and unstoppable. “And you’re going to fucking come for me.”

My moan is one of pure, unbridled euphoria. His next thrust sends me into oblivion. Crying out, I ride the wave of my climax.

But Asheros doesn’t slow down. He maintains his unmerciful, punishing pace, his iron-tight grip on my hips driving my movements.

With a roar, he spills into me. The rhapsodic waves of his release wash over me, and I feel nothing but the collision of our souls, meshing into one. Words can’t accurately describe the otherworldly, exhilarating bliss that overcomes my senses. It’s as though part of me has been dormant my entire existence and has finally awakened from its slumber.

Relaxing his hold on my hips, Asheros lays me down beside him and nestles me to his chest. I allow myself to sink into his arms, feeling more at home here than I ever have anywhere else.

He is my home.

My love.

My mate.

His voice in my mind is warm and familiar, like a soldier returning home after a long battle. “I love you, Lymseia Wynterliff, more than life itself. Ever since the moment I first laid eyes on you that day at the training grounds, I have loved you.”

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