Page 35 of To Ashes and Dust
Damien watched me, eager to devour me the moment I allowed him. I needed it, needed to feel his mouth on mine, on me. I imagined the feel of his hands as they explored my body, the feel of him filling me until I begged for that sweet release.
That could come later, though. Right now was about him, about wringing the same amount of pleasure he’d drawn from me the previous night. His muscles tightened under my palms, as if he sensed just how much my body was reacting at the mere memory.
The moment his pants were off, my hands slid down to feel the thickness of him pressed against his boxers. His eyes watched every move I made with predatory hunger. My lips curved, tongue dancing behind them in anticipation of what he would taste like.
I drug my fingers lazily over his thighs, taking my time to tease and taunt him. His lashes lowered, and his hands clenched at his sides until his veins popped beneath his skin. I leaned in, taking his nipple between my teeth, grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make him hiss, air sliding through his teeth as he inhaled deeply. The sight of his unsheathed fangs sent my heart into a frenzy, and the room spun a little.
He grabbed my hips, nails biting into me, and I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips. His leg shifted, slipping between my thighs, and he ground me against him in torturous sweeps. I shuddered, my lips breaking away from his skin as I moaned again. God, how badly I wanted him, the throbbing growing so unbearable. I almost lost sight of what I was doing. I grabbed his hands, and he stopped.
“You once worshipped me.” I lifted my eyes to meet his as he stared down at me. “Let me worship you now.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Worshipped by a Goddess? You honor me,mea luna.”
My fingers slid under the band of his shorts, and I shoved them down, his length springing free as I pushed him down onto the bed. He didn’t protest, obeying as he laid back until he was propped on his elbows. I slid my hands up his thighs as I climbed between them.
He sat in silence, watching me, his scent flooding the room. The intoxicating aroma of cedarwood and leather was so strong it sent my heart hammering. I pushed myself to my knees as he rose. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he pulled me into a kiss, his tongue penetrating my lips. I couldn’t resist as I reached into his mind, the words a tease of his own from the night before.
So impatient.
He laughed against my lips, responding with his own thoughts.
You taste too good to resist.
I swallowed, pushing him back to keep myself from being distracted. Before he could do anything more, I took the thickness of him in my hand and he groaned, head knocking back into the mattress. “Fuck.”
Seeing how affected he was, seeing how my touch made him react, I felt so... powerful. His pulse pounded under my palm as I slid my hand up the length of him, my thumb brushing over the velvety tip as his muscles twitched. I licked my lips at the sight of him. How I wanted to climb over him and feel every glorious inch sink into me.
Instead, I dipped down to run my tongue over the tip of him, and the moan that ripped from his throat made me throb.
Not yet.
My tongue danced over him. God, there was no way I could take him fully. I brought my free hand up to bridge the gap, stroking him slowly. I lifted my gaze to find him staring down at me with hooded eyes, predatory gaze locked on me as I licked and teased him.
I continued bringing him to the edge where I would feel his body tense, his hands fisting the sheets at his side before I’d withdraw. It was too soon for him to be finished. I wanted to shatter him the way he’d shattered me.
His head knocked back as he groaned, “I love your mouth on my cock.”
His words left me molten. Liquid heat pooled at my core, throbbing need unbearable, but I continued the delicious strokes. Beads of sweat broke out over his body, and I knew I’d tormented him long enough. Our eyes met again, his length twitching, begging for what he didn’t verbalize. I quickened my pace, ready to bring him over the edge.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and when I felt him twitch between my lips, he pulled me up off him, my back bowing to meet his gaze. He rose, catching my lips with his. Hunger, more hunger than I’d ever felt burned into me where our skin touched, and that predator I’d seen in his eyes came to life.
He grabbed my thighs, his calloused palms rough against my skin, and lifted me until I was straddling him. He was slick against me, and I moaned as he slid himself against that sensitive place between my thighs in teasing strokes. Those amber and ashen eyes burned into me, watching as I relished in the feel of him, devouring my pleasure.
“Not before you,” he groaned against my lips. He lifted my shirt off, tossing it to the side, and he gripped my hair again, craning my head back to expose my throat. I couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. I’d give him everything, all of me, whatever he asked.
His free hand found its way between us, and I gasped, my body tensing as his finger slid down my center, brushing against that sensitive place, aching for his touch.
“Mmmm, look how wet you are for me,” he growled against my throat. He slipped a finger into me as his fangs sank into my throat.
My body buckled, and I moaned his name.
He groaned against my skin, continuing to give and take, give and take, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. When he withdrew his finger, I fell against him, breathless, my body quivering. Before I could do anything, he slid two fingers in, and I cried out. He quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers into me, thumb stroking down my center until I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I shattered.
He moaned against my neck, tasting my release through my blood, increasing the sensation tenfold as every bit of my orgasm coated his throat. He withdrew his fingers and released my neck, his tongue trailing over the mark. Before I could move, before I could do anything, he grabbed my hips, lifting me just enough to plunge himself inside me in one fluid thrust. I cried out, my world exploding around me. He pumped into me until I could take no more, and I grabbed onto his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin.
“Fuck, Cas,” he growled, thrusting into me until I felt him throb inside me, his own release rolling through him. We came together, the remnants of my last orgasm washing over me in a second wave, my body gripping him as he pumped into me.
I collapsed against his chest, dizzy and drunk on him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. We sat there for a long while, connected, melted into one another, no end and no beginning. If I could, I’d never leave this place, never let go of him.
