Page 64 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
Ashen groans as though this is the most burdensome request ever made.
“Or we could just fuck until we die. Those are my terms, Master of War.”
Ashen leans back and slaps me hard on the ass.
“You are a minx.”
“I am theQueen, and I will do as I please.”
Another slap. I smile.
“You have my terms, Reaper. Take them or not. The choice is yours.”
Ashen pumps into me, driving over and over, harder in his frustration, probably looking for any way out of this madness. He slaps me again one last time for good measure, the sting heating deliciously in my skin.
“Fine,” he grits out next to my ear. “I promise. I will do as you ask if you say it.”
I bite down hard on Ashen’s finger, and he hisses with the pain, his cock buried as deep as he can press into my aching flesh. I drink in his sweet essence, sealing his promise with blood. When I let go of his finger, his hand travels down my body, hovering over my clit as he waits for me to fulfill my end of the bargain.
“All right,” I say as his hips shift in a gentle sway of encouragement. “Dearest…” …long dramatic pause, which earns me a growl of warning… “…husband.”
There’s a quiet moment in which the only sound is Ashen's sigh of triumph and satisfaction. “Finally,” he whispers, sliding out with agonizing slowness, just an inch or two, and then pushing in as far as I can take him. “Now say it again, and don’t forget to make it sweet.”
“Please, Ashen, my dearest, my eternal love, make me come before I die of want. Fill me up,husband.”
Ashen growls with approval, demanding I say it again as he thrusts with steady strokes, his finger finding my clit at last. Every time I do, his strokes get harder, longer, the pressure on my clit more intense, until he’s pounding into me, his other hand reaching around to hold one of my breasts as they bounce with the force of his motion. It takes no time at all to push me over the edge, my walls gripping tight around Ashen as release fires through my nerves. Praise and adorations tumble from Ashen as I come hard, crying out his name, and with a quaking shudder he releases inside me. He fills me with warmth, with hot pulses that take what feels like an eternity to subside.
When we’re both spent, we collapse with one another, still joined for a long while as our hearts gradually slow. One of Ashen’s arms curls around me in a hot, protective embrace while his other palm glides over the back of my thigh and my ass to soothe the skin that must be pink and swollen.
“I don’t know whether to go back out into the realm and find something else to be furious about or to never be angry again. I think I nearly died. Several times,” Ashen says next to my ear, his breath still quick as it pours through his exhausted voice.
“But you feel better.”
“As do you.”
I nod. “I do. Especially knowing we have a super fun date coming up in the Realm of Light.”
Ashen groans and grips me tighter. “Perhaps I don’t need to go back into the realm to find something to be annoyed about.”
“You’re the one who agreed to the terms, demon.”
Ashen lets out a long breath of dismay but still holds me firm in his arms. “I did.” He kisses my temple and pulls me closer. His muscles tense around me. “We don’t have to gosoon, do we?”
I smile in the cage of his limbs. “For a date, no. I’m happy to save it for another time that you’re frustrated and annoyed, if that helps?”
“It doesn’t.”
“Nevertheless, I’m afraid we’ll have to go back soon enough anyway, so if we happen to go on the rollercoaster a few times while we’re there, I think I’m okay with that.”
“The Soulfate stone,” Ashen says, the levity draining from his voice. I nod against his chest. “Have you learned anything from the Book of the Fatespeaker?”
“Not much, honestly. I’ve been focused on trying to learn the Dingir in advance of finding the next stone and the gateway,” I say as I wriggle away. I shimmy to the edge of the bed and grab my robe before padding away to the living room, bringing back the book. When I settle on the bed, I flip to a page I marked in the center of the manuscript. “I did find this, however.”
“Is that the same as the doorway you saw?” Ashen asks as he points to an image of rings of Dingir surrounding a sphere at the center.
“Yes, though I think it’s more like a window than a door,” I say as I rest the heavy text on the mattress. “You can take the key and see inside, for a moment at least. But to step inside their realm, you need to go toAlahalsu. The gateway. The pathway, like the thread that spans between the beginning of a soul’s creation and its end.”
“And where is that?” Ashen says as he looks down at the text, most of it in Dingir.
