Page 82 of Of Vows and War: Special Edition
She must have realized what I was looking at, because she brought her hand to my cheek and gently caressed it.
“They took them. It must have been when I was asleep. They had me out for a week, and when I woke up, they had healed me completely. Even my hair, which had been cut off completely, was back to normal. I do not know how Tish survived it.” Her voice was a broken whisper, a plea of freedom from that pain. “They wanted me to forget.”
Bringing my lips to just below her left breast where I knew I had cut her during a training session in Elpis, I traced the now perfect skin. Then I moved, placing kisses to every spot I knew she had once been branded by violence and pain. I painted her story, doing everything I could to remind her of how far she had come.
“It was all real. I promise.” She gasped as my tongue slid across a peaked nipple. She tasted as she always had, like salvation. “Let me replace that pain, Asher. Let me remind you of just how real I am.”
Her nods were slower this time, but her body pressed into me. And oh if it did not fit perfectly.
I pulled down her trousers next, stripping her of the clothing that dared hide her from me. Because I could not stop myself, I allowed my mouth one quick taste of her. My tongue slid slowly up her soaked center, relishing in how she bucked forward and latched onto my hair.
I sucked in her clit, letting my teeth graze it before releasing it with a loud pop. Soft moans were her answer, but that simply angered me. I wanted her screams. I wanted her admittance. I wanted her submission.
Before trailing my way up her body, I grabbed the sheet once more. She looked on in confusion but remained silent.
Taking her hands, I lifted them above her head. I could feel her curiosity growing as I took the sheet and tied it around her crossed wrists. She had been tied up by me before, but if she thought this would be the same, then she was mistaken.
“Remember, my darling bloodthirsty princess: bread,” I whispered against her ear, licking the shredded top. Her shiver was glorious, but I heard a quiet giggle come from the back of her throat, and that meant she was not taking me seriously.
With a wicked smile and a slow wink, I bent my knees and then leapt up. My free hand caught the wooden beam with ease. Asher mumbled something incoherent as she watched me throw the sheet over the beam and let myself fall.
“Tell me you have not been taking lessons from Lara in sexual intimacy,” she mocked. I laughed as I pulled, tightening the sheet until her feet nearly hovered off the ground. Then I tied it, making sure she was firmly secured.
Next, I took the red silk and held it in front of her. She tilted her head to the side, observing the cloth in much the same way I would.
“You have been egregiously naughty, Asher.” She got one last look at my taunting smirk before I took the blindfold andcovered her eyes. After fastening it, I was left with the sight of her completely naked body as it hung at my mercy.
“Bellamy, what is the point of this?” She squirmed as she spoke, her body twitching with unease and her perfect cunt glistening in the light that seeped through our curtains.
“The point is to remind you who you belong to.” Her dismissive huff of response made my teeth grind. I was not sure if I had ever felt this type of anger towards her. Not even when she tried to marry that ridiculous mortal prince. Regardless of whether or not he had no memories, that did not rid him of my ire. Of my deep desire to tear open his stomach and string his guts across our room as I fucked her.
But this now, it positively infuriated me.
Asher wanted to play the martyr. Well, I would show her that she would be nothing but a queen and a conqueror.
“I dare you to forget you are mine. The moment you try to leave for what you claim to be the greater good, I will drag you back kicking and cursing. I will punish you until I am drenched in your satisfaction and unhearing from your screams.” I grabbed her face, my thumb and fingers pressing into her cheeks until her lips puckered. I wanted her to feel just how much I meant what I was about to say. “You want to be self-sacrificing? Good, sacrifice yourself to me. You can be my brave, gorgeous hero, and I your wicked, filthy villain.”
And then I leaned in and pressed our lips together. It was no loving kiss like before. This was a joining that could demolish entire worlds. Ours was a union that could bring the universe itself to yield.
Asher’s mouth was just as desperate and needy as mine, our teeth clashing when we got too eager. Letting my free hand glide down the curves of her body, I slipped my mouth free of hers and moved my lips towards her ear.
“Tell me, Asher, what are you?” I asked as I brought my ringed thumb to her clit, pressing firmly as I circled it.
Asher liked pressure. She enjoyed quick fingers and slow tongues. Her body always arched more when I curved my digits inside of her. She loved when I flicked her nipples with my tongue more than she enjoyed when I placed kisses to them. Her moans were always louder when I honed in on the spot of her neck that curved into her shoulder. She did not care much for her feet being touched, though I had tried just for the fun of it. I had yet to attempt anything with her perfect ass, but I knew she loved when I squeezed it as I lifted her. Asher liked submitting, but only here. Only to me. I knew what she liked. I knew everything about her. So utterly obsessed and thankful was I, that I had devoted more time than I realized to learning her. And I would use every bit of that knowledge today.
“What do you mean?” she asked breathlessly, her head pressing into her left shoulder as she tried to tighten her body where she hung.
“You know what I mean. What are you?” I rasped into her ear, switching to my pointer and middle finger so I could move faster against her. Her head fell back at the new sensation, and I leaned in to ravage that very spot on her neck I knew she loved, now speaking against her skin. “Come on, beautiful creature, tell me what you are. Who you are. Please, for me.”
“I am—” She cut herself off with a moan as I let my mouth trail downwards. “I am the—” Again she silenced herself, this time to bite down on her bottom lip as my tongue offered another flick against her hard nipple. “Eternity above, Bellamy, how am I supposed to speak when you insist on—”
“Wrong,” I growled, letting my knees hit the floor and leaning away from her.
From this vantage point, I could seeeverything.She was like a deity before me. A goddess in the flesh there to make me remember I must bow and pray. She was deliverance incarnate.
“You are Asher Daniox,” I said, leaning closer to the heat between her thighs. “The rightful ruler of two realms.” Closer. “Manipulator and holder of minds. The salvation of Alemthian. The vanquisher of evil.” Almost there. “You are a survivor. You are the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky. You are everything, Asher.” A mere inch away. “But most of all, you aremine.”
I latched onto her like I might fall to the depths of the Underworld if I did not have her to anchor me. She screamed out, the first of many shouts that might tell the world that it was I and only I who brought her such pleasure.
