Page 20 of Echoes in the Void

“You are really fucking mean,” she muttered. “Do you know that?”

“Such a filthy mouth,” I murmured, licking her lips as she gasped and sighed for me, spreading her legs. “Tell me to stop, Steorra.”

“Please,” she begged. “I know this will–”

“Hurt?” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “Yes, it will hurt. But with pain can come pleasure. Let me tease you. Let me show you,” I whispered, nudging my thick cock against her soaking entrance, never letting up on milking her pretty nipples that loved being played with. “I think you’ve been ignored for far too long, don't you?”

She shook her head. “I never wanted?—”

“Liar,” I breathed. I leaned down and sucked the tip of a nipple into my mouth as I pushed the head of my cock into her cunt, just the tip, and worked my hips back and forth. “Fuck, you’re wet,” I groaned at the noises she made, the soaked slurping sondes as I teased us both with the sensation of wanting to fill her but not quite being inside her.

Ash whimpered and arched beneath me, spreading her legs wider. “Deeper, please,” she begged, pushing upward, but I pulled back, teasing her endlessly with the tip of my cock. Edging was my favorite kink, and I’d teach her the madness of needing to come but holding back for days on end, whipping her into a frenzy hour after hour until she was a hot, wet mess who wanted nothing more than to lick and suck and fuck.

“Please,” she screamed, as I reached between us and strummed her clit gently.

Heat—not her combustible sort, but the liquid type—gushed forth around my cock as she came for me, weak and trembling. Ash’s arms latched around my neck as she sobbed through herorgasm. I held her close and slid all the way inside, her body ready and aching.

Her soft scream as I invaded her body tore at something inside both of us. I held her all the tighter, waiting until the trembling in her legs lessened, the cries against my chest turned to softer breaths.

“I’m going to move, Steorra,” I murmured to her temple, laying kisses against her skin as I thrust my hips deep. “Let me show you?—”

It didn’t take more than another thrust before her cries turned from pain to pleasure, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.

“Are you alright?” I murmured, “I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare, stone man,” she panted beneath me, locking her heels behind my waist. “If you don' t keep going, I’ll find a toy and finish myself off while you watch."

My cock swelled at the thought of watching her play with herself.A game to play on another night.“Tempting, but right now you have a different toy to play with.” I slammed deep, filling her until my hips met hers, and groaned at the way her searing walls strangled my cock. “Hells, Steorra. I’ll be addicted to having you wrapped around me.”

Another thrust, two and she clamped down on me hard. Ash pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me desperately as she flooded my cock with her juices. Her cunt milked me as I had her nipples minutes before. I growled my release to the darkened room, slamming deep as I came, locked inside her.

Our bodies rocked gently through the rest of the night, working out variations of pleasure and pain as she screamed softly for me again and again. I filled my fallen star with my seed, claiming her as my own and knew my heart would never be as empty or as shattered as it had been these last three hundred years again.

CHAPTER NINE

ASH

I woke in the arms of a stone man. A literal stone man, without a heartbeat.

I slapped Dolion’s chest and earned myself a stinging hand for my troubles. “This is not comfortable,” I told the dead man beneath me,” and swore I heard a rumble within his solid chest in reply.

Between my legs ached, though not in a bad way. My thighs throbbed, and the scent of him, all spice and musk of an age gone long by was all over me. I didn’t object to any of it. Finally—freakingfinally—I managed a lover who didn’t combust on impact. Or thrust, in my case.

Not only was Dolion apparently fireproofed, or fire repellent in any case, he also had a way of bringing me back from the edge of my worst panic attacks. The moment one came on last night, he kissed me and provided the perfect distraction from what made taking a lover so terrifying.

Instead of igniting the world, he only created a long, hot burn inside of me—and maybe, him. That, I didn't object to at all. And so I cuddled my stone stature of a man, twisted gargoyle features and pink toe nails and all, and fell back to sleep.

The sun had set when I woke to a frantic knocking on my door. I sat up next to a human looking Dolion rather than the gargoyle stone version, and rubbed my eyes. “It’s open,” I called groggily, wondering which of my neighbors had run through their weekly groceries or had enough juicy gossip that they simply had to share the good news rightnow.

Except it wasn’t a neighbor who strode through my house and right into my room. It was a vampire.

“Did I really just invite you in? Get out.” I flapped at Sebastian’s silhouette. “The two of you are turning me into a bat.”

He frowned. Okay, my eyes were closed and I couldn’t see it but I could feel him frowning. “You don’t look like a bat.”

“No, but now I have the nocturnal habits of one.”

“And you have strange sleeping arrangements. Didn’t you slap me last night?”

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