Page 38 of Ashes to Ashes

She’d kept a very dangerous secret.

But for what reason?

He reached out and touched her shoulder lightly, running just the tips of his talons over the newly formed spikes along her skin, tracing them gently before circling around to cup one of her now-demonic breasts within her gown. His touch was tender and reverent, so at odds with the fury he’d felt moments ago when he was certain she’d murdered the silver demon to secure her freedom or place in power after escaping Belial.

“You are. . . you are. . . ” He trailed off, staring at her with wonder and shock on his face. “You’re the silver demon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re her.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond as desire swirled amongst the confusion. Leviathan took her head, tugging her against his body where she fit like a puzzle piece, and took her lips under his.

His tongue danced with hers, marking his territory - claiming her as his own and giving her the power to travel realms at will.

Her taste was intoxicating.

She tasted sweet, like forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden itself— a fruit which Leviathan and the other princes had all personally tasted.

His dungeon disappeared into nothingness as they stood frozen in time save for their hands touching one another. The smell of sulfur and decay could no longer be discerned. Instead, he swore he smelled roses. It was intoxicatingly sweet and heady - blossoming around them like a seductive embrace from a lover long forgotten. His other hand trailed down to cup her ass, pulling her closer against his growing arousal beneath his leather trousers.

Ashe’s hands roamed over his chest, her touch sending jolts of electricity through his body. He could feel a demonic nature awakening, the same energy she’d given off when last they met with her in this form.

He needed to ask her what this meant, how she could be both human and demon at once, but for once, he envied only himself, needing to finish what he’d started.

Leviathan couldn’t help the pounding desire and it seemed neither could Ashe. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer still as their tongues continued to dance in an erotic battle for dominance. As the kiss deepened, he could feel himself being pulled deeper and deeper into her world - a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He had always been drawn to power, but this. . . this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He knew he should be in control, but all he felt was a sense of wild abandon as his cock stirred to life.

Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, their breaths becoming one as they explored each other’s mouths with fervor. Their kiss ignited a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole.

His fingers danced over her stomach and Ashe pulled away, breaking their kiss and struggling to catch her breath much in the same way Leviathan found himself hungrily drinking in the air.

He studied her, taking in the way her eyes drooped with pleasure and her cheeks flushed crimson despite their silver hue. Like this, he was reminded that she was not the woman he saw entering the dungeon.

Closing his eyes, Leviathan sucked in a breath through his nose, trying to calm the surge of desire she evoked with her reveal. His dick pulsed with the need to fill her, but he was a demon prince, and he would control his instincts until he knew what the woman before him was.

“Speak,” he growled softly, falling prey to the desire to touch her and ensure she was there and he wasn’t somehow asleep or a prisoner of one of his brethren.

Leviathan’s hands trailed against her skin, but it wasn’t enough for him. His lips trailed down towards her neck, and he nipped at her collarbone. His hot breath fanned over her sensitive flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs. He knew she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach, knew she knew he was hungry for more.

“Tell me how you became this,” he demanded between ragged breaths, his hand sliding up underneath her dress and caressing the soft skin of her thighs. “How can you be both human and demon?”

Leviathan had never needed to touch a demon more in his life. He should be torturing her for information, instead, he would only bring her to release to get the information he required.

‘Pleasure works better than pain.’ Lust’s words were poignant now, not that he would ever tell the demon that.

She gasped when he found the sensitive spot between her thighs. Pleasure rocked through him as found her slick and wet already. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly before opening again to look into his own intense gaze. She swallowed visibly as she moved with his gentle flicks. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Ashe,” he growled in a warning tone, meeting her gaze once more as heat engulfed them both, their hearts racing wildly in syncopation with their passionate motions. “Ashe, I need to know how you are what you are.”

He enjoyed her expression, and the way her hands clung to him more than made sense. Even as his anger brewed, he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her. It was as much for him as it was for her.

Her eyes lingered on his neck for a moment before closing tightly shut again as her climax peeked, his name on her lips as she came.

The single word—his name—damn near made him cum in his pants. His reaction to her made absolutely no sense, but he was going to get to the bottom of it.

“You have to know,” his finger moved slowly, dragging out her release.

“I am human,” she gasped.

“A human cannot wear a demon collar or appear as a demon. There is no magic in the realms or the earth that could do that.”

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