Page 107 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
His voice was hoarse. Reverent. “I’ve never seen anything more fucking beautiful in my life.”
I smiled, breathless. “I think we just bound ourselves.”
He smirked, his voice dipping low and rough, every word dragging across my skin like velvet and fire. “You think I was obsessed with you before?” he said, stepping in close, hand gripping my hip. “Peach, I’m ruined now. Feral. You’ve just made me yours.”
Zayn threw up an air shield around the room just as our magic exploded—gold and emerald flames swirling withsilver sparks. The walls shook. The mirror shattered. The armoire exploded, sending clothes everywhere. He gripped my waist and hauled me against him, bringing his mouth to mine in a kiss that was desperation and possession all in one.
We weren’t just kissing. We were claiming.
His powerful chest heaved rhythmically, each rise and fall mirroring my own, as if we just became one.
I suddenly couldn’t get enough. I became addicted to touching, licking, feeling every single part of his body. I pushed him against the wall, grabbed his jaw tightly, and traced my tongue over his throat, then down to his chest. I fell to my knees and gripped his very large, very erect cock, and then brought my mouth to him.
I looked up and saw fire in his eyes as I dragged my tongue across the precum that pearled at his tip.
“Gods help me.”
I put him in my mouth, his skin tasting heavenly, and I began to suck and tease. I took him as far as I could until he was practically down my throat, and grabbed the rest of his length with my hand. I worked him, wanting him to feel good. Wanting to bathe myself in his pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. That feels good.” He moaned and grabbed the back of my head. Before I could pull away and bring my head back down again, he pulled me into his arms, and I felt everything—his heat, his hunger, the call of fate binding itself around our bodies—around our hearts. He tossed me on the bed.
“Let’s solidify this bond, shall we?”
He crawled on top of me and kissed me passionately again. His large hands cupped both my breasts. “You areperfect,” he grumbled and then slid his hands from my breasts down my stomach and then behind me. He squeezed my ass hard and then flipped me so I was on all fours.
“Look at that pretty pussy, glistening for me. And this ass,” he slapped it hard, making my back arch as a moan escaped my lips.
His mouth was hot on my back, “This ass is so fucking perfect.” He grabbed both cheeks and opened me up. His head dipped down between my legs, and he feasted on me. It was even better than before.
“Ah! Yes, Zayn.” I moaned.
His tongue trailed from my dripping sex and to my puckered hole as he started rubbing his tongue over my entrance. “I’m going to fuck every single hole, Peach. I’m going to own you.”
His words undid me.
“Yes, please!” I begged. I was dripping for him.
“I want to hear you beg. What do you want?” He slapped my ass again, harder this time.
“Fuck me! Right now, Zayn! Or so help me—” He pushed himself in slowly, and both of us moaned loudly as he entered me.
“Are you alright?” He asked, as he pushed more of himself inside of me.
I’ve never taken a man this big before, but it’s like he was made to fit inside of me. I sat back on my heels and pushed more of his length in. I gasped as he filled me, a moan of pure bliss escaped my lips—and he groaned in return, deep and guttural, like I was the only thing he’d ever need.We were perfectly aligned, joined in the most sacred and sinful way.
The second he bottomed out inside me, it happened.
Our magic detonated like a bomb between us.
Flames erupted around us in a spiraling cyclone, wrapping us in a cocoon of heat and power. Crimson and gold licked at the walls, dancing along the ceiling, but the fire didn’t burn. Itembraced. Itbelongedto us.
Zayn stilled inside me, his mouth against my neck, breathing ragged. “Fuck,” he whispered, reverent and shaken. “You feel like the gods carved you for me.”
He started to thrust his hips as I reached my arm back to grab his head. He groaned so loud, I thought I would explode. He thrusted harder and faster, and stars illuminated at the periphery of my vision.
“Yes!” I screamed, my voice hoarse.
“You like that, baby?” He pulled out slowly and then thrusted inside again—and the flames flared high, our magic responding to every movement, every moan, every cry.
