Page 156 of Ash and Feather

As my back lifted, he piled pillows underneath to support me. Then he moved his attention back to my thighs, his arms hooking around them and steadying me further before he buried his face between my legs once again.

He savored a few more slow tastes, pulling at my thighs as he did, urging them farther and farther apart. The wider they went, the more heightened my reaction was to his mouth. I was practically writhing beneath him, certain nothing could feel better than what he was doing just then, when his tongue penetrated me with a slow, relishing thrust.

I cried out.

He buried his face more fully, pushed his tongue even deeper.

Breath left me, taking the sound of my moan with it. I clenched the sheets so hard I began to lose the feeling in my hands. I could have collapsed into orgasm then and there and been perfectly satisfied.

Dravyn must have sensed that release building in my body and mind, because he pulled away, still regarding me with that slightly wicked smile.

“Not yet,” he said, slipping his fingers into the space his tongue had just claimed. “There’s more I want to give you.”

I tried to catch my breath. Not an easy task as two of his fingers moved against my inner walls with increasingly rapid strokes. A much different sensation than his tongue, but the end result was the same; after a few moments I was breathing hard, doing all I could to settle the fire building in my blood before I lost control and sent this room up in flames.

Dravyn pulled his fingers out and ran them—and the dampness that coated them—over the slickness that had gathered between my legs.

“Already so wet,” he commented. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, too, haven’t you?”

I mumbled something that sounded likeyesin response. I think.

“Stay just like that.” He ran his fingers over my center again, then smoothed his hand out across my thigh, applying light pressure and encouraging it to stretch wider once more. “Nice and open for me.”

He stepped away from the bed and started to untie the drawstring holding his pants in place. The moonlight seemed to track his movements—a spotlight following and highlighting every tight muscle slicked with sweat and making it impossible to miss the sight of his hard cock springing free as he dropped his clothing to the ground.

He stood there for a moment, stroking himself, eyes leveled on me.

He looked so divinely perfect I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t comprehend that he wasmine—that he was willing and ready to do whatever I wanted, whatever I needed torelax.

Moving back to the bed, he shifted some of the pillows underneath me, adjusting the angle of my body as he knelt before it. My muscles tensed in anticipation while I continued to struggle for breath.

He paused, his gaze searching mine. Watching for any sign of hesitation. But there was nothing there for him to see. The world and all the problems outside of this room, this moment…I’d already let it all go.

I trusted him, whatever came next. Just as I had trusted him to teach me to fly and to wield fire. It was much smaller, this sign of trust I gave him now—a soft exhale, a slight tip of my head. Just enough to sayyes.I want this. The movement was nothing at all.

Yet it waseverything.

Everything to not feel vulnerable, even though my position should have made me feel precisely that. To yield to him, yet still feel powerful beyond measure. Desired above all else.

He entered me slowly. My eyes fluttered shut and a soft whimper slipped out as he stretched me, as he throbbed against me in a way that was pleasure and pain twisted into one. His hands found mine and pinned them at my sides once more.

He slid in and out several times with slow, deliberate control, letting me feel each throb, easing me into a rhythm with beats that eventually became more pleasure than pain.

As my body relaxed—yielded—more completely, he leaned his mouth closer to mine and whispered, “How would you like to take it, Goddess?”

I kept my eyes closed, still savoring the fullness of him, but a corner of my mouth curved. “Ceding a bit of control, are we?”

“Just for the moment.” He punctuated his reply with a more powerful roll of his hips, making me gasp.

A simple command came to my mind as I caught my breath. I whispered it without a second thought: “Harder.”

His cock twitched at the word. He pressed one of my hands more firmly into the mattress, bracing himself. His thrusts came faster, slowing only long enough for him to focus on slipping his other hand between my legs. That hand moved against my center while he leaned more completely over my body, driving deeper and deeper with each successive pounding.

A moan rose in my throat. His lips crashed into mine, silencing the sound and every one that followed, only to answer them with feral sounds of his own as he pumped harder. Heat enveloped us, so searingly hot I expected to open my eyes and find the room entirely consumed by flames.

But the only inferno was between us, building in the burning friction of our bodies, in the smoldering fire of our locked gazes. The only scent of smoke came from his skin—that intoxicating smokiness mixed with pine and a spice that was undeniablyhim. It was the only scent I wanted to inhale just then. Maybe the only one I wanted to breathe in for the rest of my existence.

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