Page 84 of A Queen Of Broken Realms
“What? What is that look?”
“There is one more offering for my immortal Queen, but it didn’t make sense to put it on the bed,” Ashen says, nodding his head toward the door that leads to the sculpture garden and the stairs to the lower levels. “In the kitchen. ARocket Appartamentoespresso machine.”
I go completely still.
And silent.
I don’t even breathe.
Ashen’s smirk is one of absolute triumph.
“You…got me…what?..”
“That espresso machine, vampire. Surely your infallible vampire memory has not forgotten. You know, with the copper circles? If I recall correctly, vampire, that’s the one you had in Sanford. Oh, and I had another installed in the Kur. And atBit Akalum. You know, just in case.”
I manage to blink. Not much else. Ashen’s eyes spark into dark, devious flames. A thick swallow passes down my throat and Ashen watches the motion with ravenous hunger.
“Give me literally every debauched fantasy and demand that you’ve got, demon, because I will be the best-behaved vampire you have ever seen. Probably.”
I blink and I’m on my back with one of my wrists pinned above my head, the other trapped between us on my chest. “Sadly, we will have to save some of the fun for later, considering we’re needed in the Kur imminently,” Ashen says in my ear as he presses my thighs to the mattress and resumes a rhythm of deep strokes that have me failing to contain a whimper. “However,” he says as he braces his free hand on the mattress and stares down at me with heated longing, “I would love nothing more than to listen to my wife beg for me to make her come with all her prettiest, filthiest words as she wears her armor and crown.”
Ashen slowly winds my braid around his fist, pressing searing kisses to my jaw. His strokes take on a languid quality, as though he has all the time in the world to wait for those words to fall from my lips. A war, the fate of the realms, the enemies nearing our doorstep, these are distant dreams, nightmares for another world to worry on.
“I’m waiting, vampire…”
My breath shudders. Ashen’s gentle bite to my throat contains a devilish smile. “I want you to fuck me, slow at first as you watch me touch myself, until you can’t help but go a little faster, a little deeper, each stroke of your cock bringing us closer and closer to coming undone,” I say as my free hand slides down my armor beneath Ashen’s watchful gaze until my fingers slip beneath my panties to draw circles over my clit. “Before we get too close, I want you to flip me over. I want you to push my thighs together and slide your cock back into my pussy and take me from behind. But I don’t just want you to take me. Ineedyou toclaimme.”
For a breath of time, I think I’ve broken my husband.
Sparks swirl in his eyes. The crimson flame flares to life. Smoke coats the bed as Ashen’s grip tightens on my braid, the tension almost imperceptible. Except to a vampire.
I give Ashen an innocent grin.
The flame in Ashen’s eyes burns brighter as he slides to the tip of his sex and back in as far as I can take him. His slow strokes build a steady swell of motion and I swirl patterns over my clit as he watches in the moments when he breaks from pressing his lips to my neck and jaw. The pace builds and builds, and I feel my orgasm creeping ever closer, my muscles tightening in anticipation. A moan escapes my lungs on a trembling breath and Ashen growls as he slips out of me completely, as though it’s physically painful to tear himself away.
“Turn over,” he grits out as he lets go of my wrist and braid. Our eyes lock with equal hunger as I watch the effort it takes for him to cage the voracious demon residing in every dark corner of his soul. It’s the same creature within him I hope is about to rise to the surface. “On your knees.”
I give Ashen a diabolical smile, but I obey. To a point. If I want the demon to come out and play, I have to make a few dirty moves first.
I sit up and draw my knees beneath me, then shuffle slowly until my back faces him, but I don’t bend over. Technically, I did exactly as he asked, but I can feel the flare of heat behind me when I make no further moves.
“Bend over,” Ashen commands.
“You didn’t say please. I’m still a Queen, you know.”
A deep, rumbling sound of discontent vibrates through the still air and I smile to myself. “Vampire,” Ashen warns, his voice deep and menacing. “Bend. Over.”
I lean forward, my movement unhurried despite the rising heat at my back. I stop with my hands braced on the silky sheets.
“Lower,” Ashen says, and doesn’t utter another word until my cheek is flush with the bed. “Legs together.”
I draw my legs tight to one another and there’s a long beat of silence. The bed dips as Ashen moves closer, and then my braid is back in the grip of his hand. His other traces a path down the armor above my spine until it reaches my panties, slipping them to the side. Ashen slides the tip of his cock across my sex in gentle strokes and presses at my opening but doesn’t enter. My need for him coils in twisting knots of heat low in my core.
“What are you waiting for, demon?” I ask. What I intended to be a taunt comes out as little more than a desperate whisper, answered by a dark chuckle from the Reaper.
“For you to beg for it,” Ashen says as he tightens his grip on my braid and leans in closer. “Beg me to give you the release I know you crave. Beg for me to fill your pretty cunt until it’s dripping with my cum.”
I shudder as he presses his erection harder to my entrance, but not enough to slip inside. And then it’s gone, his only remaining touch the fist that clenches my braid. My belly spins at the loss of him as a whimper of need passes my lips.
