Page 57 of Of Blooming Embers
I pressed the back of my head into the tree, sliding my hands down my chest and belly.
The sheer fabric covering my breasts peeled away like wilting petals. His eyes followed their path, eyes lingering hungrily on my puckered nipples.
He dragged his gaze to mine. “You’re so damned beautiful.” The crease between his brows peeked out, competing with his dimple. The man didn’t know whether to be happy or concerned.
I grasped his wrists, my thumbs rubbing soothingly against his rapid pulse. His forehead relaxed, and he leaned down, kissing the side of my jaw.
Biceps tensing, he paused, his hot breath brushing against my neck. “Now’s the time to avoid any regrets, Little Star,” he whispered raggedly.
I swallowed, sliding my hands over his shoulders until my fingers clasped at the back of his neck. His head drooped, and his forehead nestled into the curve of my neck.
“Never,” I countered.
He shuddered, and his hands snapped to my waist and lifted me against the tree. Instantly, my legs wrapped around his middle, his cock bumping into my damp underwear.
He sucked and nibbled his way down my neck and chest. “Fucking void,” he groaned in between licking my taut nipple. A wild sound of need flew from me as he bit the aching bud; a scorching zap of energy raced over my spine.
“Gavrel,” I moaned, cradling his head. He sucked hard and lapped at my breasts while grinding his erection into me. Hot, liquid desire throbbed within me, threatening to explode.
“I need you,” I whimpered, meaning it to my very marrow. Everypart of my being was reaching for him. My energy buzzed against my flesh, desperate for us to become one.
His head leveled with mine, flexing his jaw at the hinges, his pupils dilating. “Take what you need. Whatever I have has always been yours.”
With heaving chests, our mouths crushed together again, and I slipped my hand between us, loosening his breeches and gripping his thick cock.
His breath caught as I rubbed my thumb over the tip, a bead of pre-cum coating it. His nostrils flared, and he wrapped one arm more firmly around my waist, muscles bulging as he held me up.
His other hand went to the fabric between my thighs, his fingers easily slipping beneath and gliding two fingers into my wet channel.
“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, sliding my fingers down his length and gently squeezing on the way back up. His hips followed, seeking purchase. I smirked. “Good boys don’t say such things.”
“Yes, they bloody well do. Say it,” he bade me, pinching my throbbing clit, and then tore my delicate underwear down the center.
A garbled moan clogged my throat, and my head slanted to the side.
His thumb circled and brushed over my aching clit, and I trembled.
“Please.” He kissed me gently, dipping his fingers within me, his thumb moving faster.
He wasn’t one to beg. That one ragged word splintered me from the inside out, and my breath whooshed from me. “You make me sofuckingwet, Gavrel.”
With palpable lust, he locked his eyes onto mine and growled, “Good girl.”
His words sent a flame rocketing down my spine, and a mangled sob spilled over my bottom lip. The cresting inferno burst as I guided his cock to my convulsing entrance.
He cupped his hands under my backside and watched as I nearly broke apart. If he didn’t fill me now, I’d fucking die.
“Inside me. Now,” I demanded, pushing my core onto the tip. With a relieved groan, he thrust into me, fully seating himself to the hilt.
My body trembled in his hands. His eyes widened and then rolled back for a moment as my pulsating center settled around his length. I swear my heart pumped in perfect rhythm with his. We were one giant heartbeat.
I took a quick sip of air, and then, as his gaze connected with mine once more, he moved. He felt too good, too right as he pumped into me, my back slapping against the tree, the stairs quaking and creaking beneath us.
Burying his mouth against my neck, he bit me, and then sucked hard as he slammed into me over and over. Stars burst behind my eyelids as they fluttered closed, the heat rolling over me in waves and immediately building again.
Gavrel’s eyes leveled with mine as he moved faster, his voice rough and low. “Come for me again, Asteria. I want your tight cunt weeping for me.”
