Page 140 of An Unexpected Ascension
“That’s what I thought. Stand up.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Why not?”
My body shudders, shivers rolling through me.
“You’re still inside of me.”
“Then let me help you.”
He wraps his fist in my hair and pulls the upper half of my body until I’m flush against his chest. My back arches and I gasp, the movement forcing me to clench around his fingers. I feel so uncomfortably full I want to cry.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. You’re going to want to hold on.”
I reach behind me, doing just as he ordered and he slides his other hand over my belly, continuing south. Sparks of unbelievable pleasure ignite through me as he massages me exactly where I need him to. He rubs and circles and strums until I’m writhing againsthim and screaming in blissful agony. All the while he viciously pumps with his other hand.
The combination is lethal. It’s confusing. It’s torturously magnificent.
I feel like the very act belongs in Hell.
Stars burst before my eyes, the room swaying and swirling as all the blood rushes from my head. I’m twitching against him as his fingers draw forth a maddening orgasm. As a scream barrels past my lips, Lynx withdraws his fingers. Relief settles over me at the emptiness, but it’s short lived as he spins me around to face him. He lifts me beneath the thighs, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
In the same moment he sits, I sink down on him, but he doesn’t move. He looks over me, the tears covering my face, the blood seeping at the corners of my lips, the saliva covering my chest.
His thumbs brush over my nipples as his tongue laps at the corners of my mouth, which he ends with a simple kiss.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I whisper, wondering if I am in fact okay.
“Here.” He hands me the dagger from the floor next to us.
My hands tremble as I take it, aftershocks of my orgasm still shivering through me.
“No.” I shake my head as he wraps his hand around mine and brings the blade to his chest. “No, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s only fair.”
In slow strokes, he carves two letters over his heart, drawing deep a crimson rivulet traveling down his pec.
“Why?” I wonder as I stare at my initials now cut into the demon’s flesh.
“To match yours.”
“You carved my initials in my own ass?”
He chuckles, dropping the dagger once more.
“No, Briar. I carved my initialsinto your ass.”
I swallow, suddenly overcome with emotion I can’t even put into words.
“Hermes or Lynx?”
“Lynx of course. Lynx Cromwell. LC right on your ass.”
He smiles triumphantly and my heart nearly bursts at the sight. The feeling almost as intense as the orgasm he just gave me. Almost as insane as the one he’s about to give me. With a brutal force, he slams his mouth against mine, devouring me as he works his hips. He thrusts up into me and as I moan, he swallows it whole.
