Page 83 of Of Vows and War: Special Edition
Only my need for air stopped me after I began, the desperation to devour her so strong that I resisted my lungs cries for as long as I could. When I did stop, I used those precious seconds to pull her legs up and rest her thighs on my shoulders. Her shriek of surprise forced laughter from my lips, but I was quick to silence myself with the press of my entire face between her thighs.
“Bellamy, what are you—”
“Yes, shout my name,” I groaned onto her swollen clit. She began grinding against my face and squeezing me with her thighs, keeping me locked into place as she fucked my face. From there, speaking was not possible, so I waited and watched. I savored her ecstasy, but I relished in what I knew was to come. Just as she began to shake, the spasms vibrating against my shoulders, I smirked and tossed her off.
A hiss of pain met my chuckles as I slowly stood. When I reached out and lifted the red silk, I was met with a delicious glare. She murdered me with her eyes as she swung, her toes trying to find purchase on the ground. Staring at her had mymind straying to a rather wicked option. One that would prevent her from ever leaving—from even being able to.
I wanted a blood oath.
“You can come when you have learned your lesson. By the end of this, you will cut open your pretty little hand and vow to never leave me. When I am through with you, there will be no mistaking who you belong to, Asher.” I let my words register, her gaze going wide as she suddenly tried to free herself. “At your wits end already? You know the word. Say it and I will untie you and let you go on without offering me your oath.”
She stared and stared, those stormy eyes calculating.
No doubt trying to find her way out of this.
“If you use your magic on me, Asher, you will find me far less forgiving,” I warned. A smile twisted my face, curling upwards. “If you would only listen, I think you would find you like being punished by me, beautiful creature.”
A shiver seemed to crawl up her body, starting at her toes and climbing to the tips of her fingers. No matter what she said, Asher did like when I took control. Her reluctance to give it was a coping mechanism, a defense against pain. But inside, she knew I would never take advantage of her submission to truly hurt her.
Finally, she bobbed her head down and up, my permission restored. So I moved closer and returned her blindfold before circling her, watching as her ears guided her. She was half fae, after all. But I did not mind that. In fact, I wanted her to know where I was. To taunt and tease her. That was part of the fun.
“You have left me time and time again. Each hurt worse than the last. I find I have grown tired of being abandoned.” My hand darted out and smacked her bare ass, the skin instantly tinting red. She yelped, the momentum from my strike forcing her to swing again. “Tired does not explain it well enough. Exhausted. Infuriated. Those are better.”
Again I slapped her, the sting of my hand meeting her other cheek pairing with the sounds of both of our quiet moans. Her legs twisted, thighs pressing together and drawing my attention. Then I offered a slap to her center, earning a soft shout. Eight more times I let my hand mark her, both breasts now as pink as her ass and dripping cunt.
“Please, Bell.” Begging. I loved the sound of it falling from her lips.
Opening my trousers, I shoved them down my legs and quickly kicked them off. Then I reached back and gripped the collar of my shirt, pulling it over my head and letting the fabric pool next to my discarded pants. Her head was leaning towards me, listening.
Of all the things I knew I wanted my hands on, those thighs were at the top of the list. Grabbing them, I squeezed and forced her legs to part for me. She allowed me to do it, wrapping them around my waist when she realized what I was doing.
“Can you feel how real I am?” I asked as I let my hard cock rub against her. More breathy moans mingled as we both fought to stay in control. When I repeated the movement, her head fell back and her chest pushed forward. Nothing could have stopped me from bending my head and licking one of her nipples—from tasting her.
“Yes!” she shrieked. Whether it was in response to how real I was or the action itself I did not know, but I did it again, tonguing her nipple until she was grinding against me and using the rope to hold herself higher. Anything to give her some semblance of control back.
I stopped, pulling my body away and only barely holding her up by the back of her knees.
“No!” she yelled this time. I gave her a gentle kiss, letting my tongue dart into her mouth and slowly massage hers. She groaned and writhed, but I did not submit.
“You will bleed and promise before you come,” I whispered into her mouth. She had no chance to argue, because I let go of one of her legs and positioned myself at her core. When I shoved in, she screamed out. I savored the moment briefly, trying to rein in my desperation to pour into her while also basking in the perfection of her. Grabbing her knee again, I pushed both up to her chest, folding her in half. Then I set a brutal pace, the wet sound of our bodies coming together again and again like an erotic symphony.
It took every ounce of my own self-control not to burst inside of her as she became more frantic with her moans, clawing her nails against the sheet and arching her back. And just when she seemed like she could not take any more, her legs once more shaking violently against me, I freed myself of her warmth.
“Bellamy I will fucking kill you where you—” I ate her words, swallowing them whole and letting them sink into my stomach.
“Bleed for me, Ash. Promise me you will never leave me again,” I panted into her mouth. She groaned, pushing herself into me, rubbing her clit against my aching cock.
“You will finish what you have started even if I say no, I think we both know that.” Her words were a slap to the face, but oh was she right. There was no way I would be able to resist her. No world in which I could refuse her.
“I will not pretend like you are wrong,” I admitted, still holding her up. She huffed.
“Give me a fucking blade before I change my mind.” There was a split second where I stood, frozen. She was…agreeing. Gods, she was saying yes! “Hurry up!”
“Bossy bossy,” I purred, letting her legs fall. She growled as she swung, kicking me in the shin before I could get away. My laughs practically spilled out of me as I opened the drawer in my side table and grabbed a dagger.
She waited, breathing heavily and clenching her thighs. I wanted so badly to cut her, to let her blood drip onto me. Instead, I grabbed her wrists and slashed the sheet. She yelped as her feet flattened, falling against me and using her now free hands to grip my shoulders in panic. Smirking, I reached up and pulled off her blindfold.
Gray eyes met mine, and I swore I could have found release at the mere sight of the love there in the stormy depths. She watched intently as I brought the blade to my palm and closed my fist around it. The sound of my flesh splitting was the only one other than our breaths as I sliced upwards.
