Page 24 of Echoes in the Void

“Ha. He’s got you trained, alright.” She flurried around the taps, adjusting the water temperature to her liking and tipped her head back, reveling in the fine spray that cleared of rust after a few minutes. “Better. “ She held out her hand without opening her eyes. “Join me?”

“Am I permitted after my faux pas?” I touched the tips of my fingers to her own, pleased when she curled her hand in mine.

“You are permitted, gargoyle.”

I stripped, tossing my clothes across the room and stepped into the tiled section behind her, sliding my hands along her lower back. “I wasn’t sure if I had to beg for your forgiveness after making you so wet.”

A giggle erupted from her, the sound shattering the peace in the steam fogged room. “I thought you promised not to dip into the vernacular, you filthy, filthy gargoyle.”

“You have no idea how filthy.” I cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples.

“But I just got clean.” Ash moaned softly, arching for me. Her head tipped backward, resting on my shoulder. Pert buttocks pressed against my stomach.

I dropped one hand to grip her hip, holding her tight against me. “Do you want me to fix that, Steorra?” I leaned down, sucking the tip of her ear into my mouth and flicked the shell with my tongue.

She gasped, pulling away as I pinched her nipples and pushed her forward into the wall tiles coated with spray. “Fuck, cold?—”

“You’ll manage,” I growled in her ear, tapping her feet apart. Her soft mewl told me she wouldn't fight me any further, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers as a reward until she writhed for me.

Her hands slipped between us, reaching for me, but I batted her touch away, unwilling to spill myself so quickly this time. “But Dolion—” she objected, straining for me. Her nails scratched my stomach.

I gripped her wrists, pinning them at her lower back. “No, fallen star. You’ll do this my way tonight.” Another nipple pinch reminded her what she liked, and she nodded quickly. “Hands on the wall.” Her hands went up with the sort of speed that drew a deep laugh from my chest as warm water rained over us. “Very good, Steorra. Head back, now.”

I leaned down and licked her lips leisurely as I reached one hand between her legs, gathering some of her slick to coat her nub and swirling it there, over and over while she whimpered for me. My tongue touched hers lightly, but I denied her both her orgasm and my kiss, leaving her dripping and aching as long as possible, still milking that nipple between my fingers until she rubbed herself between my hand and the wall, frantic and desperate to come.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” I whispered, trailing my tongue across her bottom lip. Saliva dripped from the tip into her mouth. “Swallow for me.”

She did on reflex, her tongue peeking out to swipe the last of the fluid for her lips before she realized what she’d done. Her eyes flared wide as I tapped lightly at her clit. Once, then again and pressed down.

She came for me, sweetly, the shower filling with the scent of her satisfaction. I notched at her entrance and surged inside her, thick and veined and hard as fuck to fill her soaked cunt with my seed.

Ash screamed for me, long and hard as I seated myself deep. Her walls closed tight on my cock, strangling my length in her searing heat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, clawing at the tiles.

I released her nipple, closing my hands around hers on the wall. “Keep screaming for me,” I growled, drawing back and ramming deep into her heat. Despite my desire to fuck her until the sun rose over the convent, I wasn’t going to last half as long as I wanted at this rate. She felt too good wrapped around me. “Christ, Steorra. Your body was made to fit mine.”

Her cries and whimpers filled the room, shattering and reforming as I thrust into her over and over again. Even as the water ran cold, her body heated with her orgasm. I pulsed against her, slamming my hands into the wall. Tiles cracked above her head as stone replaced skin over my body a fraction of a breath before she exploded. Even in my stone state I felt the echo of her through the void of darkness that separated my gargoyle state from life.

I opened my eyes to find her writhing on my steaming stone form, still in the throes of her orgasm, impaled on my granite cock, thick and heavy and unyielding inside her. A roar ripped deep from within my soul as I came, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine and no others.

“Ma Steorra,” I whispered. “Forever.”

She shivered for me as I clasped her body against mine, and rubbed her cheek to the back of my hand like a kitten. “Notre amour brûlera pour toujours.”

My breath stopped as though my change had been forced as her words rippled around my head in my own language.

I stared at the shattered bathroom tiles, the ash that floated in the air surrounding us, speckling the once white walls. The scorch marks that matched the one in the hall.

Our love will burn forever.

My Steorra didn’t need to sayI love you. Her words meant so much more.

Once before I thought I had died at the hands of a demoness when she stole love from me once before, and though I loved then, I thought it had been my once in an existence’s chance.

I was wrong.

My lips melded to Ash’s as I kissed her deeply, putting everything I couldn't say into her the tenderest touch I could. Nothing could take her from me. Not Anitta. Not time. Not the riled mob the demoness drove to madness with the lies she whispered into their minds.

I had to protect this woman at every cost.

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