Page 56 of Heir of Blood and Moonlight

A slight smile curved my lips. “I’m tougher than I look,” I said, my voice thick with lust. I gripped the fabric of his T-shirt withboth hands, and he released me, raising his arms so I could pull the shirt off over his head.

His hair fell around his shoulders, and I studied the mounds and ridges of thick muscle on his chest and torso, the skin covered in an almost unbroken pattern of glowing silver sigils acquired over his long second life. I searched formysigil, finally finding it encircling his hand, the full moon centered on the heel of his palm, where he had bitten into his own flesh to feed me his blood.

I captured his wrist and pulled his hand up to my mouth so I could press a kiss to the mark that bound us together. Moonlight flared beneath his skin as soon as my lips touched the sigil.

Ash closed his eyes and hissed in a breath.

I drew back and lowered his hand, my brow furrowing. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” he whispered roughly, his palms settling on my hips. He pulled me closer, trailing kisses down my sternum and between my breasts as his fingers kneaded my hips. His trimmed beard tickled my sensitive skin, giving rise to goosebumps.

I buried my fingers in his blond mane, holding him close. Wanting more of him but not wanting to push him too far. My eyelids fluttered closed as his thumbs drifted between my legs, grazing over the outer lips of my sex, already slick with arousal. His light touch set my nerve endings on high alert, and my next breath was noticeably shaky.

“This is for me?” he asked, wonder in his voice as he smeared my wetness along the crease of my slit. I opened my eyes as he raised his head to see my face. His throat bobbed. “I don’t frighten you?”

I shook my head and placed my hands on his mountainous shoulders, needing the support as he delved a thumb between my lips and found my clit. He circled the swollen, needy bud with a featherlight touch as he withdrew his other hand frominside my robe and raised it to his lips, slipping two fingers into his mouth.

I released a breathy laugh, thinking he was wetting his fingers with saliva to ease entry into my core. “I don’t think you need to—” But the words died on my tongue when his fingers emerged from his mouth coated in blood.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated, returning that hand to between my legs.

I glanced down at the front of his jeans, wondering what exactly he was hiding in there that had him so concerned about hurting me even as I automatically widened my stance, so the outsides of my feet were flush against the insides of his boots. With gentle pressure, he eased his crimson-stained fingers between my lips and teased the entrance to my aching core.

“Oh,” I gasped as he pushed his thick fingers inside me. “Oh gods . . .” The immortal blood seeped into my inner flesh, heightening my arousal and quadrupling the sensations. “That feels—” I sobbed a laugh as pleasure brought tears to my eyes. “Oh gods, that feels incredible.”

I reached down for his belt buckle. “I want more.” My trembling fingers fumbled with his buckle but eventually unfastened it. I yanked the top button on his jeans open and jerked down the zipper. “I want all of you.”

With a rough grunt, Ash raised his ass off the bed long enough that I could tug his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. He sat back down on the edge of the mattress, and my jaw dropped, my eyes opening wide. He was impossibly large—at least as thick as my forearm and nearly as long. Holy hell, no wonder he was worried about hurting me. But in my current state, all I could think about was how good it would feel when that hard, thick length was buried deep inside me. Especially with his languid caresses between my legs and the immortal blood coating the inside of my vagina.

I dragged my attention back up to Ash’s face and was momentarily stunned by his guarded expression and the wariness in his eyes. He seemed to be bracing himself for my rejection.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured, cradling his jaw in my hands and angling his face toward mine. I raised one leg, placing my knee beside his hip on the mattress, then climbed up onto his lap, settling my other knee on his other side.

Brows bunching together, like he couldn’t quite believe I would go through with this, Ash withdrew his fingers from inside me. I raised up on my knees as he fisted his thick cock, rubbing the bulbous head back and forth over my slit, coating himself in my arousal. He brought his other hand up to his mouth and bit into the heel of his hand, directly over my sigil. Blood welled, and he smeared it over his palm with his fingers as he lowered it to coat his erection in crimson.

My insides throbbed in anticipation of stretching to fit his massive girth while riding the high from absorbing his immortal blood. I reached down between my legs and took hold of him, angling him just right. My body protested as he pushed into my entrance, a sharp pain making me wince even as pleasure washed it away. My inner muscles fluttered, and I rested my forehead against Ash’s, panting from the tantalizing combination of alternating waves of pleasure and pain.

Our breaths mingled, and Ash’s hands settled on my hips once more, one thumb reaching down to the apex of my sex. I gasped as he stroked my clit, and my pleasure crested suddenly. Wave after wave of bliss radiated out from my core. The inner muscle contractions sucked him deeper inside me, and I slowly sank onto that immense cock, the blood coating each extra inch, amplifying the sensations within me even as the climax waned, promising greater pleasure to come.

Breathless with bliss, I brushed my lips against Ash’s, a tentative, almost shy first kiss. As our bond solidified and I became more aware of him through our mystical connection, I realized he was the fragile one in this moment, despite his concerns about his physical size hurting me. Thane’s absence made him vulnerable, combined with decades—possibly even centuries—of rejection based on things he couldn’t control.

Raising up on my knees to ease off his immense length, I kissed him again. My tongue slipped out as I sank back down onto him, only the faintest echo of pain as he continued to stretch me. His lips parted, welcoming me in, and the blood coating his lips fanned my passion to burn even hotter for him.

Groaning, Ash wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and turned with me, laying me on my back on the bed. Propped up on his elbows, he slowly dragged that long, hard cock out of me, thrusting back in with gentle force as he claimed my lips. There was no more pain; there was only exquisite pleasure and the sensation of being filled so completely. Of being stretched to my limits. It was a new kind of pleasure, and I never wanted it to end.

His extraordinary size transformed the ordinary position into something that was anything but. I had never felt such extreme sensations from such a restrained joining. It felt so good. It was almost,almost,too much.

But Ash needed more. Not just a release of the body, but something that transcended the physical—an emotional release. A release of the soul.

My kiss grew more demanding, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles together and using that hold to leverage my hips against his with more force. I bit his lip, tasting the sinfully decadent cinnamon and sugar flavor of his blood.

Ash growled into my mouth and pushed harder into me, finally letting go. He crushed his lips against mine and moreof his delicious blood coated my tongue as he thrust into me unrestrained. Pleasure coiled deep within me, winding tighter and tighter. I couldn’t take much more. I was going to snap. To break. To explode.

I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, pleasure painting my vision in starlight. Ash buried himself to the hilt inside me and reared back, releasing a hoarse roar. Beneath him, I coasted on the waves of ecstasy as my inner muscles pulsed around him.

As the orgasm waned, my legs relaxed, flopping down onto the bed, and Ash bowed his head to rest beside mine on the comforter. I fought to catch my breath as the sizzling pleasure faded to a gentle throbbing.

Ash lifted his hips, dragging out his softening but still substantial erection. The movement caused echoes of ecstasy to pulse out from my core, and I gasped.

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