Page 21 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

His moans remained erotic as he kissed the wetness on my thighs. His shoulders quaked under my legs. Unsure when my eyes had closed, I looked down to see his trousers slung around thick, muscular thighs. His cock was in his hand, which slowed its strokes like he planned to put it away.

Grabbing hold of his horn, I forced his head back to look at me. His features darkened at whatever he saw. Black flames coiled out from his irises, no color in sight.

I dipped two fingers in my pussy and brought them to my lips, moaning at the taste of my arousal, igniting a fresh wave of achy throbbing. I dipped inside again, bringing the wetness to my right nipple and swirling my fingers, feeling it tighten, then did the same for the left.

With my grip on his horn holding him an inch shy of my opening, I forced him to watch as I worked myself wide again, ignoring my clit to avoid causing myself pain. I scissored my fingers, spreading myself open but out of reach, then carefully inserted a finger and began a euphoric massage.

“Mine,” he growled, his attentive stare hungry as he began to pant. His shoulders quaked under my bottom, his strokes gaining speed. “My cunt, princess.”

“Yours, ohhh.” I slid another finger inside with a moan, surprised it felt as good as it did. “Always yours, Ash.”

On the next stroke, I dared to touch the button of nerves above my dripping slit. I quaked with such force that my head dropped back against the tree. Ash’ren used the moment to wrench his horn from my grasp and slam his face between my legs, pistoning his tongue until my lungs refused to cooperate.

When the orgasm settled and I could feel my body again, I gazed at my demon, his features glistening with awe and my arousal. For a moment, there was nothing but us and the tapestry of stars above, no missing years taunting the edges.

Shy butterflies danced in my abdomen as he cleaned me up with his clever tongue, then gracefully let me down, setting my feet on the fireless ground and fixing the neckline of my gown before tucking his dick away. He looked at the white mess at the base of the tree and grimaced.

“Sorry, Fyre. Hope we, ah, still have your blessing.” He patted the tree awkwardly, and I burst into laughter.

I glanced to where the circle of violet flames had disappeared but for one little patch. “I mean, it had to know what it was doing. This isn’t our first visit.”

“Only the first in many years, and the first of many to come.” He took my chin in two fingers, the musk of his release and my arousal wafting between us as he kissed me deeply. “I fucking love you, Firefly.”

“I love you, too.”

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours. Always.”

I leaned my head against his chest and our hands found each other again. We swayed to the rhythm of the forest for long moments until something deep in my gut warned we’d best be getting back soon.

“Ready?” he asked, reading my mind.

“No.”

“Me either.” He kissed the top of my head. I grumbled, but followed his lead, clutching his hand with both of mine.

When we reached the edge of the Flamewoods, Ash’ren stopped me with a gentle tug. I let him pull me close and accepted the syrupy kiss he offered, tasting myself on his tongue, hungrily trying to steal more. He resisted, staying sweet. A harsh contrast to the beast he left behind in the woods.

When we parted, I caught something in his gaze that made my whole body whisper his name. That look. How I’d ever spent so much time away from it and lived to tell the tale was beyondcomprehension. My belly ached, almost like nausea but not, as images of miniature Ash’rens fluttered through my imagination.

His hands retreated to his pockets. His brow creased, and he dug deeper in his trousers. I pursed my lips to keep the laughter down.

“What are you digging for? Treasure?”

His fiery gaze snapped to mine, and he winked, melting my last brain cell. “Why don’t you come and find out?”

I smirked. He lifted something between us. A purple teardrop-shaped seed. “What’s this?”

“A flame raven gave it to me. A token for its new mate.”

“You’re mated to a bird, Ash’ren?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You don’t have to make me jealous to win my affections.”

“No need to be jealous over what’s already yours.” Ash’ren plonked the seed into my cleavage. “Besides, there’s no way this seed would sprout. It was in the wastelands. Take it until I can give you my true mate mark.”

Flaming wings fluttered in my chest at the thought of bearing his mark, a feeling that lingered until we reached the sliver of open ground between the woods and the garden. Our time was at an end. With a rueful glance over my shoulder and a silent vow to make this man my king as soon as possible, we crossed into the gardens.

I paused when we reached the trunk of the dragoncherry tree. Ash’ren quirked a brow but followed as I walked further into the garden, past an empty saucer of cream. At a small, decorative bench, I bent and carved a hole.

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