Page 49 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
This isn’t our usual way. Even after more than one round, there’s so much dark energy and consuming need for one another that we fuck with desperate, sometimes brutal force. Our desire is like an imploding star that lives between us, sucking us in with inescapable gravity. But this? This is not fucking. This is love stripped to its purest core. Gentle. Careful. Reverential. Warm, like the early morning sun that filters through the window, heating the dark tiles of the floor with the first promise of a new day.
One of Ashen’s hands caresses my breast while the other slides down my belly, the pads of his fingers tracing a slow line to my center. He groans when he touches the creamy soft skin of my freshly waxed pussy as though it’s a revelation, even though he already spent half the night worshipping it.
“So soft,” he whispers as his fingers trace light patterns across my flesh before finding my clit. “I could live the rest of eternity right here, touching you. Being inside you.”
“You could, but imagine how much you would miss butter. Maybe one day I’ll just have to lather myself in it so you can lick it all off.”
“Do not tease me, vampire,” he says past a groan, biting my shoulder as though imagining the taste.
“But teasing you is my favorite game. And speaking of breakfast—” and I don’t even finish my thought before Ashen is shifting, pulling out to lay me on my back. He glides back in, offering his neck to my fangs. My teeth puncture his throat in a shallow bite and I sigh with contentment as his blood fills my mouth, my walls aching as his cock slides with steady, deep strokes.
“Christ, vampire,” he hisses as I suck in a long draw, the blood fizzing on my tongue and down my throat. I feel the depths of his desire burn beneath my mark. “It’s almost too much to bear.”
I pull my fangs from his neck and run a fingertip over one of the needled points, drawing a channel of blood from my sliced skin. “Then let’s make it truly unbearable, shall we?” I whisper as I slide my teeth back into his skin. I trace a line down his spine with my undamaged fingers and he shudders, stalling the steady rhythm of his thrusts as I caress the rise of his ass. His breath catches in his lungs and his body tenses as my fingers follow the line to find the clenched rim of his hole. I tease a few circles around it, testing the entrance before slowly easing my bloodied finger inside.
“Emush laatzu,” Ashen curses through gritted teeth as I smile against his skin, my touch gently massaging inside him as a long moan rolls from his chest. “You are going to be the death of me, wife. Again.” His long thrusts resume as I take more pulls of blood from his neck. The power and depth of his strokes builds, my flesh stretching around him.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t complain,” I purr, my voice low and seductive. I put more gentle pressure into the massage of my finger and he hisses another curse.
“You are mistaken. I amnotcomplaining.”
“Itsoundedalmost like—”
“Vampire, I would die a thousand deaths at just to feel your touch.”
Ashen holds my gaze for a long moment as his erection glides slowly within me, and then his lips claim mine, our tongues tangling and dancing. The ache inside me twists until it unravels, my center clenching his girth as my back arches off the bed. I swirl my finger in gentle strokes and Ashen cries out as he spills into me, his body shaking with a shattering orgasm. He pumps in slow thrusts as we wring every breath of pleasure from the moment, wrapped in one another and the endless need that never lets us go.
“Good morning, husband,” I say when the orgasm subsides and Ashen rests his forehead to my shoulder, his unsteady breath fanning across my skin. I hear the heavy beat in his heart that pounds with my words.
“Don’t say that. I will only want to fuck you again and we are already going to be late to meet the others,” Ashen says, his cock twitching within me as though fighting his mind.
“I think your dick has other ideas.”
Ashen huffs a laugh but slides out of me nonetheless. “It always does when it comes to you,” he says as he offers a hand to help me out of bed.
“We can appease it by fucking in the shower. It’s called multitasking,” I reply. I take his hand and pass him, leading him to the bathroom. When we’ve finished making love once more beneath the rain shower stream of scalding water, we pack up and head down to the lobby to check out.
Our driver is waiting when we pass through the doors, and we speed away to the east, taking a dirt road that winds through agricultural lands to stop at a dead end where the others are waiting. Eryx and Cole stand off to one side with Mr. Hassan while Ediye speaks with my sister, her gestures toward our approaching car like some explanation about the vehicle and how it works. My heart pains a little for Aglaope and the confusion she must feel walking into a world that’s advanced so much since she last felt the touch of the sun. But her expression is one of interest as she nods with Ediye’s words, and she smiles as the sedan rolls to a halt.
“Morning, newlyweds,” Eryx says as we approach, his eyes lighting in that glitterball thing that he does when he’s excited about anything to do with love. I give him a smile as Ashen’s hand tenses around mine, already eager to rip those glitterballs right out of Eryx’s angelic face and squish them underfoot.
Ediye snorts a laugh. “Sex fiends, not newlyweds.”
“Sex fiend newlyweds,” Cole supplies.
“Shhh. Not in front of our…elders…” Eryx says, waving them to shush with a pointed nod in Mr. Hassan’s direction. The old man scoffs with a gruffbah.
I smirk as I look between them, watching as Eryx’s cheeks heat with a pink glow. “You’re so wholesome, even for an angel,” I say. Cole and Ediye bark a synchronized laugh as Eryx’s cheeks turn from pink to crimson.
“Right. Wholesome.” Ediye gives him a sardonic smile before she turns her attention toward Mr. Hassan, who is unperturbed by our banter. “On a more serious note, Mr. Hassan, I mentioned that Lu and Ashen here need some help.”
“Ah, yes,” the old apothecary says, his ancient eyes shifting to me. “Thesahiramentioned you needed a Resurrectionist. I can do this for you, but I will need to gather some supplies before we travel to your realm. This is not easy. It will be costly, though I doubt that will be a problem.”
I blanch. I don’t even know how much gold coin I have, and it’s the preferred payment of apothecaries. What I’d squirreled away in my life before the Shadow Realm is hidden all over the place and will take time to track down. Thankfully, Ashen seems untroubled by the payment issue and bows his head in gratitude. “Whatever it takes. We will pay.”
“There’s something more,” I say as I glance at Ashen. He nods and lets the strap of our bag slide from his shoulder. I turn my gaze back to Mr. Hassan as Ashen unzips the backpack. “I found something in the Shadow Realm that we wanted to show you, to see if you could tell us anything about it.”
Ashen pulls the humming orb from the bag and recognition flashes across the apothecary’s face. His eyes widen and he reaches out to cradle the sphere in his palms. “Where did you get this,azizati?”
