Page 62 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
“Calm yourself, vampire. Have patience,” Ashen whispers, his smile warm against my skin as it sends a flourish of goosebumps across my chest. “Beyond making you fall apart until all you can do is grovel for release, I only want some pretty words.”
“I bet I’m going to like this.”
“Tell me you love me.”
I can’t deny him that, even if we’re only playing a game. I stroke Ashen’s cheek until his eyes meet mine. “I do love you.”
The answering grin is so cocky and wicked that I have a fleeting urge to suck my words back in. “See? Was that so hard?”
I scowl and his eyes brighten with mischief. “What else?”
“Admit you were jealous back in Sanford when you saw me have a drink with Anna.Out loud.”
“Next,” I grit out. The red rings framing Ashen’s irises flare brighter in response. He can feel that burn of jealousy in my mark, he can see it in the blush that rises in my cheeks, but we both know the cheeky fucker wants it spoken.Fatfuckingchanceof that coming easily. He’ll have to fuck it out of me. “Next, I said, Reaper.”
“Patience, I said, vampire.” To mark his point, he presses his lips to my neck and carves a slow path of hot kisses across my jaw. My fingers tighten their grip on the tense muscles of his arms as Ashen’s hand drifts across my mark, trailing a line of the lightest caress down the center of my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. His hand hovers there, waiting, barely touching, grazing the lightest swirl over my clit. I try to bite down a moan but it comes anyway, and the warmth of Ashen’s skin evaporates as he removes his hand.
“You are infuriating.”
“You know what else is infuriating?”
“I have some guesses. Is it your refusal to get Netflix in the Shadow Realm? Your resistance to wearing anything other than dark colors? Your love of butter?”
“And thus you’ve deftly illustrated my point, vampire: that you are abrat. And on occasion, it would be deeply satisfying to see you acquiesce to my demands without argument.”
I cackle a sarcastic laugh. “Good luck fucking that agreement out of my mouth. I wish you well, Reaper. Are you done?”
“Not quite. One last thing.” Ashen’s eyes hold mine and I raise an impatient brow as I try to steady my breathing. “Call me husband.”
Aha.
The one thing he wants most. His favorite thing. A simple word that means the most to him.
I give him a slow, vampiric smile, filled with fangs and venom.
“We’ll see about that, Reaper.”
Ashen’s smile meets mine in its wickedness. “You’re right. We will. When your pussy is overflowing with my spend and you are fucked so thoroughly that even a whisper of my breath on your cunt makes you come, you will give it to me. You willbegme with it.”
A still and silent second stretches between us, and with just a breath Ashen crushes his lips to mine. His wings seem to heat against my skin, smoke curling around us. This kiss is not just coursing with need and desperation, but with promises. Ashen will do whatever it takes to get his requests out of me. I’ll do whatever it takes to hold them in.
The heat between us only increases as Ashen’s hand slowly passes down my ribs, gripping my hip before pushing my leg down from where I’ve wrapped it across his back. His fingers trail a tingling line up my inner thigh, a touch so light it’s little more than a whisper, so unlike the brutality of our kiss.
“You said you wanted to stoke the flames of a demon. Let me show youexactlyhow endlessly the fire of my desire for you burns.”
CHAPTER24
One of Ashen’s large hands is clasped around both of my wrists, locking them behind my back as he slams into me from behind. Sweat slicks my skin. My flesh is swollen around him. My legs are sticky with the cum that’s leaked from my pussy, trailing down my thighs. The bed shakes with the power of Ashen’s thrusts, his balls slapping my clit with every deep stroke.
“Say it, vampire. Say it or I will not stop.”
I smile. This is the last of our games still standing, neither of us relenting. He knows I’m getting tired. He’s taken me so many times already tonight. But he also knows I’m stubborn.
“I can’t.”
“Say it.” Ashen’s palm smacks the back of my thigh with a crack and I lurch forward.
“Dammit demon, it was on the tip of my tongue, but you startled it right out of me,” I tease, and another slap hits my flesh. I cry out with pleasure at the sting of it in my skin. Wicked thrusts pound into me. Ashen’s grip on my wrists and my hip tightens.
