Page 63 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
“Say. It. Say it, you stubborn creature,” Ashen grits out, his words punctuated by more slaps. The pace of his strokes matches my need. If I come too close to the edge of oblivion, he slows. If I slip too far away from an orgasm, he speeds. He keeps me exactly where he wants me, having just enough without having what I’m really after. Not until he gets what he wants this time. He’s made me come until I didn’t think I could anymore. He’s impaled me on his hot sex, wrapping me in his leathery wings and caging me in. He’s woken me, already buried to his hilt within my sheath, sliding in long, slow strokes as he whispered his need into my ear. He’s begged me with gentle pleas. And now he’ll keep me on the brink if he has to, until I spit out the one word he’s been asking for.
I turn my head to the side, enough that I catch him with the edge of my vision. “I’m busy. Leave a message.” It earns me a growl that vibrates deep within the demon’s chest. My resistance might seem both cruel and masochistic, but it’s worked. Over the course of the night, Ashen’s ire has subsided. His wings receded, the red rings around his irises have faded away as his rage has slowly ebbed. And with each strike of his hand against my ass and the backs of my thighs, I feel my anger cleansed too. My frustration and worries about insubordination of the Reapers. My fear about my tenuous power over this place. It all fades away like smoke in the wind.
“Goddammit, vampire. Submit.”
“You didn’t say please.”
“I’m done asking nicely.”
“Then I guess we’re in a stalemate.” That earns me yet another slap and I cackle, a roar of frustration rumbling over my back as Ashen pushes his weight onto me, my wrists still trapped in his grip. His other arm snakes around my middle, holding me in place as he rams into me.
“Just say it,” he purrs into my ear, his voice dark and rich and enchanting. “I know you suffer. I know you long to sleep.”
“This is my favorite kind of suffering. And sleep is for the weak.” My smile blooms as Ashen changes course and trails hot kisses down my neck. My pleasure ramps up with every thrust of his cock within my swollen, desperate center. “Besides, I’m not sure if you’ve suffered enough.”
Ashen huffs a laugh across my skin and goosebumps skitter up my shoulder. “I have suffered, vampire. I am in agony waiting for a single word. Say it.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Say it.”
“It’s not time.”
“Say. It.I will give you anything.”
My interest piques, my focus cleaving between the punishing thrusts and searing kisses. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
My smile doesn’t just bloom, it erupts. You can probably see the gleam in my eyes from space. My fangs descend and I wriggle one of my hands from his grasp so I can pull Ashen’s grip from my stomach, placing his index finger to my lips. “Do you promise?”
“Terms,” he demands, wary of my sudden interest. I laugh and he pounds into me. I stifle a whimpering moan, coming closer to the edge of my orgasm. I try to hide it, hoping I’ll come before he can stop me, but he senses the fluttering of my muscles and eases his strokes. “Give me your terms, my Queen.”
“A date.”
Ashen stills as though he’s short-circuited. If his mind were made of clockwork, it would be ticking loud enough to fill the room. “Where,” he demands.
“The Realm of Light.”
A menacing growl vibrates through my back as Ashen resumes his thrusts, the slam of his cock into my flesh even more punishing than before.
“You get some bands like Eryx—”
“Vampire—”
“And we go on all the rides. And I mean ALL of them.”
Another growl.
“And we go surfing in the Silver Sea.”
“Not that hellish water. It’s probably full of angel piss. Besides, I don’t know how to—”
“And we eat the popcorn and the churros and all the candy and we play tag with the children and the donkey and we havefun.”
