Page 35 of The Mirror in the Mountain

“Is that so?” I managed to gasp as he nipped at my inner thigh.

“And that won’t do.”

A fog of lust clouded my mind as his hand trailed down my slick warmth, his fingers skillfully taunting and teasing, his lips and tongue following their path. By the time his mouth reached me, I could barely remember my own name, his tongue robbing me of every thought except my own need for him. More shadows drifted up my stomach, and I let out a gasp as they flitted across one nipple, then the other. His fingers busied themselves inside me in a steady, torturous rhythm.

When I came, my helpless cries of pleasure rang through the room, my fingers twisting in his hair as my back arched off the bed. Bash’s name fell from my lips, and his answering groan vibrated up through my body as I splintered apart yet again. I couldn’t tell where one climax ended and the next began as his tongue continued wreaking havoc on me until I was limp and shaking.

My head fell back against the pillow. When my eyes opened, a slow smirk had stretched across Bash’s face—full of pure, male arrogance. I gazed up at him, still coming back to my body from whatever realm I had ascended to.

“What do you want, my queen? You’re in charge here.”

The velvety suggestion in his voice already had me panting for more.Sensing my need, he lowered himself over me. I wrapped my legs around him, tugging him closer.

“Please,” I managed to say. “Please, Bash. I need you inside me.”

“Hellion…” He groaned against my lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Bash’s cock slid against me, and I whimpered. His hand moved up from my breast before it wrapped gently behind my neck, holding me there like he wanted to spend the rest of his life memorizing every inch of my mouth.

“Eva,” he rasped as I canted my hips against his, desperate for more. “You’re too hurt for all the things I want to do to you.”

“I don’t care,” I said, wrapping my fingers around the thick length of him, angling him at my entrance. “I won’t break. And I need you not to be gentle with me.”

I could feel my arousal slicken at the way he groaned my name and sense the way his control was fraying exactly the way I wanted it to, his need for me mirroring my own. He settled between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging against me.

His tongue slipped in between my parted lips at the same time he slid all the way in, his first thrust mind-meltingly slow. Everything inside me pulled taut as he filled me to the hilt, my core clenching around him as I adjusted to the sudden fullness.

Bash took his time, moving tantalizingly slowly as he rolled his hips in a leisurely thrust. His shadows made me gasp as they brushed teasingly down my body, making heat prickle through every part of me. I returned the favor as I bit on the lobe of his pointed ear, his gasp turning into a groan as I moved under him.

There was something about the way his eyes kept finding mine. The deliberate way his hands savored the curves of my body paired with the care in which he did so. The loving way his mouth, his shadows, brushed against every inch of me. The perfect way we fit together—this joining echoing the love streaming so freely down our bond I couldn’t tell where his ended and mine began.

Bash panted against my lips, our breaths mingling as he sighed, “Gods, I love you.”

He was buried so deeply inside me that for one precious moment, we felt like one. Then he kissed my neck exactly where Aviel had bitten me, his lips achingly gentle against the still healing wound.

“You’re mine,” Bash growled, as his lips tracked a trail down my chest, his teeth grazing my nipple. The tiny sting made me gasp, my head falling back as he sucked and teased me, each accompanying movement inside me bringing me closer to the brink.

“Yes,” I panted, barely able to form words as I edged closer to that familiar tipping point. “Bash.”

“Say it,” he demanded as he thrust back into me, his hands tilting my hips to somehow reach an even deeper angle.

“I’m yours,” I gasped. “And you’re mine.”

A smile flirted with the corner of his lips. Then his shadows dipped between my thighs, sliding over my clit. And I lost myself—clenching around him as I came, pulling him right along with me.

He collapsed beside me, pressing kisses against my neck, my cheeks, my lips. One arm was draped around me, his fingers curling against my ribs. He gently traced the mottled bruises down my arm with his fingertips before his lips ghosted along the same path.

“I never want to be apart from you again,” I said earnestly, willing it to be true from now on. “I needed?—”

“I know,” Bash said, his gaze half-lidded as his stormy eyes met mine, swirling leisurely in contentment. “I always need you.”

His lips moved to my stomach, working his way up my midline. “I’m going to need verbal confirmation that you’re never going to give yourself up for me ever again, hellion,” he murmured between kisses, though his words held a bit of an edge to them.

“Whatever you say, freckles,” I said, squirming as he kissed his way up between my breasts.

His lips formed a sly smile as he reached my face. “Or should I stick with ‘my queen’?”

“Not unless you want me calling you ‘my king’.”

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