Page 58 of All the Chaos of Constellations
A single flame of frostfire ignited from the tip of his finger. In one fluid movement, he scorched the lace from her skin.
“This dress.” Positioning himself between her legs, he gathered a fistful of satin, shoving it out of his way so it pooled at her waist, leaving her bare for him. “I can’t decide if I want to see it on you or on the floor when I taste you.”
“Both?” The question squeaked out of her.
Asher’s smile was slow and deliberate. “Who am I to deny such a request?”
He lowered his head between her legs, his breath hot on her exposed flesh. He blew lightly, the rush of cool air forcing her to lift her hips in a silent plea.
Thunder rumbled outside, causing Novalise’s insides to quake and tension to coil through her.
“Breathe, Starlight.” Asher’s voice drifted over her, easing the wave of apprehension threatening to drown her. He cupped the back of her knee, gently lifting her leg over his shoulder.
She sucked in a harsh breath, and Asher’s tongue skated over her slick folds.
Novalise unraveled.
He splayed one hand over her stomach to hold her down, keeping her firmly in place. Every flick of his tongue sent her careening toward the edge of ecstasy. His mouth moved over her, licking at her wetness, taunting her. Teasing her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and she cried out, gripping the edge of the sofa with one hand and snatching his hair with the other.
“Ash, please,” she begged, panting.
She struggled, attempted to shift her hips, needing more.
“Is this what you need?” He swirled his tongue over her throbbing clit, then shoved two fingers deep inside of her, curling them.
“Yes.” She lifted her other leg, locking it around him. “Yes, please.”
He worked her hard and fast, taking her higher until she soared. Until the orgasm rocketed through her like dozens of shooting stars.
She melted into the sofa, her legs going limp.
Asher drew back and stood, kicking off his shoes. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as he unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground, and he nudged them aside, so he was standing before her in nothing but a pair of black shorts that left little to the imagination. They were snug, hugging his sculpted ass and the erection that looked ready to burst free from them. A distinctive flush bled into her cheeks. His broody and studious exterior, coupled with his lavishly modest clothing, disguised the gorgeous specimen hidden beneath. He was all hard lines and sinewy muscle, and she wanted to touch every inch of him.
“You know,” he drawled, “they call you the darling of Aeramere.”
“Who is they?”
“Everyone.” He removed the black shorts, the full length of him on display for her viewing pleasure.
Novalise’s tongue darted out, sliding along her bottom lip.
Lust brewed in Asher’s gaze, and he stepped toward her, the tip of his bulging cock barely a breath from her lips.
“You’re a princess on a pedestal, worshipped and adored by everyone. They call you a diamond, whisper that you’re flawless.” He gripped his dick with one hand, jerked it twice. “Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you, my lady? You’re a good girl who always does exactly as she’s told.”
She nodded, gazing up at him, and opened her mouth.
Asher chuckled. “Stand up and take off your dress for me, Starlight.” His gaze dropped to the heels she wore. “Take off those damned shoes as well.”
Novalise did as she was told, sliding the gown down her body. She thoroughly expected Asher to stand there and watch her, to revel in the caress of the satin against her skin. But when she stepped out of the puddle of red fabric at her feet and slid off her shoes, he was sprawled on his back on the white fur rug by the hearth, firelight reflecting off his golden skin. One hand was tucked behind his head, the other patting his chiseled thigh.
She took a hesitant step forward. “Are you sure? Because you said?—”
“I know what I said. But right now, I want the darling of Aeramere to ride me until she sees stars.”
Excitement skittered down her spine.
Dropping onto her hands and knees, she crawled up his solid body, maneuvering herself so she straddled him, the tip of his cock poised at her entrance. Bracing her palms against his chest, she hovered above him. His dark eyes glinted like smoldering embers. She brushed a lock of silver hair back from his face, her fingers coiling around the smooth strands.
