Page 59 of A Spell of Bones and Madness
Felt like the amber and copper of a sunrise after a storm.
Warmed like the crackling of fire in the hearth.
Simmering.
Blazing.
His.
Holding Ember’s leg tight with one hand, he used the other to insert a finger inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her wrapped around him. Gods, what would it feel like to have his cock inside her? He would need to move carefully, start little by little to fit inside her. His tongue and fingers picked up pace at the thought. He began to flick his tongue back and forth, working in tandem with his fingers as he coaxed her into pleasure. Lapping up every drop of her as he could, like it was a well that could dry up without him here to drink from it.
He would drown in this, drown in her. Sink to the bottom of whatever ungodly ocean she took him to. Live in the underworld with the monsters anddaimonsshe brought forth. Let himself perish again and again if it meant he could have this for eternity.
And then her hand came down and fisted his hair. Ember held him tighter against her, riding against his face in an unbounded fashion, like if she didn’t finish this moment her body might simply evaporate.
Ajax was undone.
A low growl of need left his throat, vibrating against her as he worked his tongue again and again.That’s it, love, he thought, gripping her ass tighter as Ember’s hips lifted, working herself over his fingers. He wasn’t doing much at this point, other than let her ride against his face and, gods, if his cock didn’t throb, ready to take over as soon as she would let him. Ember hooked her other leg around his neck, holding him in place, taking what was hers, what she wanted,whatevershe wanted—and he would let her. Her pace and her breathing quickened before Ember let out a low moan and her muscles tightened around Ajax’s fingers. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head feeling her tip over the edge.
“How was that for groveling?” Ajax murmured.
“It was a start,” Ember panted, unhooking her legs from his shoulders and scooching back on the bed, “but I could use a little more convincing.” She lifted her hands to the hem of her silk chemise, lifting it over her head and dropping that blue silk to the side. Then she reached for the hem of those teeny, tiny bottoms, and Ajax locked on the wet spot at her center. What he had done to her to make it that way. His instincts had him clawing for the edge of the bed as she shimmied those shorts down.
“You wicked little thing,” Ajax said as he took in the round, perky breasts before him, trailing his gaze from their perfectlyshaped mounds, down to her navel and even further to that glorious pussy he wanted to bury himself in. He grabbed at the back of the thin cotton shirt he wore, tossing it to gods know where. Ajax went to climb up beside her on the bed, but all he heard was atsk, tsk, tsk, and all he saw was a waving of Ember’s finger.
What torture did she wish to make him endure? Anything—he would do anything except leave. He would never leave her side again.
“Now, if you are a good boy and listen, maybe I’ll let you in here with me,” Ember laughed, spreading her legs wide on the luxurious blankets that covered her bed.
Ajax had to stop himself from drooling. Her confidence was radiating off her. This was not a frightened woman looking for release—this was a woman who took what she wanted, who had experienced these things, knew what felt good, where she wanted him, how she wanted to feel.
“Take off your pants, Commander.” Her eyes raked over him, lingering for a moment on his stomach before dropping to the cock that now sprang free from his pants. Ember’s tongue gazed over her lower lip and her hand slid to her breast, cupping it while she worked her finger over her peaked nipple. “Now, I want you to watch.”
“Watch?”
But he was quickly answered by her other hand sinking down between her legs, guiding her fingers over her clit again and again. He couldn’t help himself as he locked eyes with her, the heady look of pure satiation staring back at him, and Ajax fisted his hand around his cock. A tiny bead of pre-cum met his thumb as he stroked up and down his shaft, working in pace with Ember’s needy movements.
He pictured the way those soft pink lips that were parted ever so slightly would look around him. If Ember would let him fuck her mouth like she had done to his. Let him fist those golden locks as he buried himself into her, reaching the back of her throat while her tongue stroked up his length, her fist taking what her mouth could not.
It was too much.
He needed her.
Every piece of her.
Now.
Ajax moved closer to the bed and Ember did not stop him. She only continued to circle her thumb again and again, bucking up on her own hand, watching as he climbed closer to her, stroking himself in tandem.
“And what do you think you are doing, Commander?” Her gaze latched onto his, heady and yearning.
“I am taking what is mine,” he growled, grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand up to his mouth before licking her wetness right off her fingers. A small whimper left Ember’s throat as his tongue circled her finger.
“Say it again.” A beg, not an order.
“Mine.”
Ajax used one hand to pin back Ember’s wrists over her head while the other held his cock as he teased it over her center, brushing lightly up and down. He slid the tip inside her, moving slowly at first, letting her adjust to his size. A shudder released down Ajax’s back. It was pure bliss, the way she stretched around him, the feel of her heat encompassing him.
