Page 123 of Lady of Ashes

Canines scraped and nipped. “You are reusing names. You need to get more creative.”

She pulled her foot up, preparing to show him just how creative she could be, but he caught her ankle with a dark chuckle, throwing her leg over his shoulder. Before she could say anything, his tongue went up her center again, and her hand was slipping into raven-black locks, pulling him closer. She felt him chuckle again, the sound vibrating against her ?esh as his tongue continued to taste her, making her writhe against him. A hand came up to her torso, holding her in place, and a curse fell from her lips as he brought her to the edge of pleasure again and again, but never let her go over.

“Sorin,” she growled when he again pulled her back right as she reached that tipping point.

“Yes, my Love,” he murmured, the rumble of his voice against her holding her right at that precipice.

Her answer was her ?ngers tightening in his hair and tugging his mouth forcefully against her.

His mouth closed around those nerves, sucking it between his teeth at the same time he ?nally slipped two ?ngers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot. He had her wound so tightly by now, her head fell back immediately as release raced up her spine, her back arching and pressing her even harder against his mouth where his tongue never stopped, stroking and licking her through it all.

As she fell lax against the sofa, he gave her a taunting smile, his lips swollen and glossy as they curved up. He lowered her leg from his shoulder, and his ?ngers trailed slowly along her now-slick thighs, that small sensation almost too much after what he’d just put her through. As his ?ngers climbed higher, his body followed. His shirt was pushed up as he moved along her body, those lips trailing his hands.

“New pants dilemma,” she gasped, sucking in a breath when he exposed her breasts to the air.

“Oh?” he asked, rolling a nipple between his thumb and fore?nger and making her arch off the sofa again.

“You’re still wearing yours,” she rasped, ?ngers already reaching for the buttons.

A rough laugh left him, and he pressed a kiss to her other breast, before pushing off of her and quickly taking care of the new dilemma. Instead of climbing back onto the sofa, he came to a stop beside it. His eyes raked over her with predatory hunger. Scarlett didn’t have it in her to move. She was still trying to catch her breath, which wasn’t exactly easy with him standing beside her.

Without any clothing on.

His ?ngers trailed lightly from her hairline down to her lips, where he brushed a thumb across her bottom one. “What shall I do with you tonight, my Love?” he murmured, his wandering eyes now ?xed on her rapidly rising and falling chest.

“I don’t know,” she managed to get out. “You’re the one with all thatexperience.”

His eyes snapped back to hers, and she bit her lip, trying to keep the taunting smile from forming. “You and this godsdamn tongue.”

Then he was hauling her into a sitting position, pulling his shirt over her head and tossing it to the ?oor. His hands landed on her hips, forcing her up onto her knees and turning her to face theback of the sofa. Her knees sank into the cushions further when he was suddenly kneeling behind her. The coarse hairs on his legs felt rough against her own bare legs, and she sucked in another sharp breath when she felt him digging into her back.

“So interested in theseexperiences,” he breathed into her ear. His ?ngers were skating up her sides, gliding along her ribs then back down to her hips. “If you want me to set something up with Arianna, you only need to say the word.”

“AndJamahl,” she drawled.

One of those trailing hands shot to her breast, tweaking a nipple hard enough to make her hiss and bat his hand away.

“What would you do with two males worshiping you, my Love?” And the gravel in his tone had her clenching her thighs together as her core pulsed.

She managed to hold in the whimper threatening to escape her as she rasped, “You could scarcely handle Arianna touching my arm. I doubt you would fare well with more than that.”

“True,” he conceded, his lips brushing over the spot just below her ear. “I could maybe be persuaded to worship you beside another at some point, but not anytime in the near future.” Feather-light kisses continued down her neck and had her dropping her head back against his shoulder. “I suppose that leaves all the worshipping to me.”

“I suppose it does,” she agreed.

His hands came to her shoulders, brushing down the length of her arms until they closed around her own hands. He brought them to the back of the sofa, then he whispered into her ear, “Do not let go.”

She felt his canines scrape down her throat again until they met the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, and he clamped down, drawing a cry from her. Her hips bucked back into him as she jerked forward at the unexpected hurt. But his tongue was already lapping at it, soothing the pain away as her fingers curled into the back of the sofa.

“I have noticed, Princess, that you only tend to follow orders at the same moments your manners seem to make those rare appearances,” he said casually.

“I swear to Saylah, Sorin—”

But before she could ?nish any type of threat, he thrust into her and a moan of pleasure came out instead.

“You were saying?” he crooned into her ear.

All thoughts were driven from her mind as he slammed back into her harder. She couldn’t have said anything even if she’d wanted to. Words weren’t a thing she could focus on when all of her attention was on the feel of him ?lling her, his ?ngers digging into her hips as he drove into her over and over again. Each thrust pressed her deeper into the back of the sofa. His ragged breathing ?lled her ears, mixing with the sound of skin against skin.

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