Page 11 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
“Only one, Reaper. Show me just how great these sex sheets can really be.”
CHAPTER4
Ashen cannot deny me anything.
Especially when I make a demand like that.
“Vampire,” Ashen purrs as I slide my fangs down his neck, just deep enough for tiny beads of blood to rise and meet my tongue. I press my fingertips into his back, trying to release the knots of tension coiled beneath his skin.
“Yes, Reaper?”
“The thought of this sanctuary beingours, of having you in this bed, day after day, it’s enough to drive me mad.”
“Mad in a good way?” I ask, my voice husky and rough as Ashen loosens the tie at my waist. He slowly folds back one edge of the silk robe as though peeling the paper from a carefully wrapped present. He presses a lingering kiss to my mated mark.
“Hmm,” he hums, the vibration of his lips against my breast tightening my exposed nipple. He runs his tongue across the pink nub before taking it between his teeth. He watches me intently as he scrapes his incisors over the delicate skin before letting go, deep red flame rippling in his eyes. “In a way that makes me want to devour you, body and soul.”
Ashen takes more of my breast in his mouth, sucking on the tender flesh, using his other palm on my stomach to keep me pinned to the bed. My fingers run through his short, dark hair, tracing the lines of his tattoos that flow down his neck to cover his shoulders and back and chest. When he lets go, his lips carve a hot path across my sternum then down, leaving a tingling trail from my chest to my belly button. He slides his hand beneath my back to lift me enough to slide the robe off, pulling the tie free before tossing the rest onto the floor. Ashen takes my wrist and meets my eyes.
“Tell me to stop and I will stop. Tell me to slow and I will. Always.”
A slow smile creeps across my face. I push up to my knees, Ashen leaning back to make room so I can kneel on the bed. I press my wrists together and offer them toward the silk tie, drawing my lips between my teeth and widening my eyes in an expression that saysplease, do continue.
A look of absolute hunger burns beneath Ashen’s smile. He wraps the silk across my wrists and loops it through the center, his movement swift and precise. When he’s finished, there’s a flat knot in the gap between my joined wrists and a tail of silk bunched within Ashen’s fist. “Say the word and I will stop,” he reminds me once more. “Otherwise, I am going to consume you until the sound of you screaming my name shakes the very foundations of this house.”
I give him a sweet, coy little grin before I lean forward to claim his mouth with a searing kiss, and he kisses me back with a fire that matches my own, his tongue diving into my mouth, his free hand gripping my hair. When I break away to press kisses to his jaw his breath stutters. The pace of his heart quickens. His scent comes alive with faint undertones of vanilla and amber. The scents of desire.
I let a gentle breath fan across his neck as I draw close to his ear. “I like your promises in bed, Reaper,” I whisper, giving a soft nip to his earlobe, careful not to touch him with my needle-sharp fangs. “There’s just one little problem.”
“Oh really? And what would that be?”
My fangs strike his neck so fast he doesn’t have time to even tense before the blood is rushing into my mouth, filling me with effervescent heat. I take one long pull and Ashen groans with pain and pleasure, his fist tightening in my hair. When I let go, I lean back to give him a dark, gory smile.
“You hadn’t paid in blood.”
Ashen growls, the flame in his eyes turning black, lit with bright sparks. He lets go of my hair but hauls me up the bed by my bound wrists.
“You play a dangerous game antagonizing a demon, vampire. Especially one nearly blind with lust,” Ashen grits out as he ties the free stretch of the silken line to one of the wooden posts. His hunger ripples beneath my skin, flowing from his mark to mine as though we’re tethered by invisible threads. It’s a need for punishment as much as pleasure. He knows I like to take a little pain as much as he does, and he wants to give whatever I’m willing to take, even if it’s not pretty or tender. He loves me, I know that. He would stop if I told him to, I know that too. But I would be deluding myself to think there’s no demon in the soul of this man. He covets the light because he’s made of shadow. The darkness is in every part of him. Especially in desire.
And we vampires do love to mix a little danger with desire.
“Stay still,” he orders, narrowing his eyes at me until I give him an innocent smile. “And put those fangs away.”
Ashen slides off the mattress and I watch as he lowers his zipper, removing the last of his clothes until he’s standing naked before me, all delicious muscle and dark tattoos and burning fury. He walks to the edge of the bed and grips the base of his erection, a bead of precum glistening on the tip of his cock. His fingers curl around my jaw and he presses his thumb into my mouth, prying it open to check my teeth.
“Good,” Ashen says. His voice is rough, like stones rumbling against one another in turbulent waves. His thumb trails over my lips, his gaze bursting with flame as he follows the movement. Saliva and venom flood the surface of my tongue. “Such a pretty mouth. It will look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”
I give Ashen a wicked, defiant look as I clamp my lips between my teeth. He adores this game, when I straddle the line between insolence and submission. I can see it in his clenched jaw and the muscle that jumps in his cheek. I can feel it in my mark. His pupils roil with a dark flame that consumes all but the thinnest strip of color in his eyes. He presses my cheeks between strong fingers.
“Open up, vampire.” He runs the crown of his cock over my lips. “Tell me you want it.”
I do want it. I want itbad. I want it filling my mouth. I want to taste him on my tongue, to feel him shudder against my lips. To know I’m the one who breaks him apart.
But I’m not telling him shit just yet.
I smile within his grasp.
“Tell me,” he commands.
