Page 108 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
“I fucking love it. Give it to me faster, please!” I panted.
He pushed me back on all fours and slapped my ass again and then grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. His pace was fast. Deliberate. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t move like a human. He didn’t move like a Fae. He fucked me like a God—and I never wanted him to stop.
The bed frame groaned beneath us, each thrust sending it crashing harder against the stone wall. Then, with one final, brutal slam, the headboard cracked down thecenter, splinters flying as it struck the wall so hard the sound echoed like thunder.
Just as I started to come, my body shook. He gripped my hips so tightly, he left marks. His sweat rolled down my spine from his forehead.
“Fuuuuck. I’m going to come, baby. I’m going to fill you with so much of my seed it’s going to drip from your pretty shaved pussy for days.”
“Yes! Do it!” My body still twitched from my orgasm.
Zayn pushed my cheek down onto the bed and let go of my hair—trailing his hand down my spine, and I felt him explode inside of me as he groaned.
His body stopped jerking, but he stayed inside of me. Suddenly, I felt his lips on my back. He tenderly kissed every line, every mark, every scar I had on my back. Tears filled my eyes from his tender touch.
“You are beautiful. So perfect. And you are mine.”
He flipped me over and the tears rolled down my face. He didn’t ask if I was okay—he didn’t need to. He understood me now better than ever before. He knew those tears were not ones of pain.
Our eyes met. And I saw it—not just lust. Not just need.
Bonded.
Soul to soul. Magic to magic. Flesh to flesh. We were no longer just Elara and Zayn. We were fire and storm. We werefate.
His mouth found mine again. This time, our kiss was slower, more passionate. He kissed away my tears and I kissed away his.
“Take every part of me, Zayn.”
He entered me again, this time slower. He pressed his forehead to mine and slid his hand up my arm over my head, and clasped my hand. My body started to buzz again, and the pleasure coiled up in my stomach, ready to burst.
“You have my heart. Forever. In this lifetime and every next one to follow.” He said against my lips.
I leaned up and kissed him. “I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
I knew I loved him. Knew I loved him before we bonded. I didn’t just throw that word out there lightly. This love that I felt for Zayn, was unlike any love I’ve ever felt. It was healing. It was liberating.
“Peach,” he whispered against my lips and continued to thrust into me and take my pleasure. I moaned into his mouth. “I’ve loved you since the moment you opened up that smart mouth of yours.”
I smiled.
He thrusted into me harder as he brought my knees up to my chest. This angle had him deeper, and I cried out.
“I will never leave you. You are mine,” he moved faster and then circled his hips.
“Oh gods! I’m going to come!”
He grabbed my throat, giving me a pretty little necklace, and exploded in me again. Every time he did, it felt like he was filling me with his magic. It was indescribable.
He pulled out and lay next to me. Still very much erect. “I love you, Elara.”
I kissed him and then said, “And I love you, Zayn.”
He brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my pointed ear. My eyes shut at his touch. “You’re stuck with me now.” I opened my eyes, and he smirked. Stars above, he was so sexy, especially in his true form. His eyes were greener, his canines sharper, his scent stronger…
“I’m perfectly fine with that,” I smiled back and then leaned up, running my tongue along his lips and then his teeth, feeling the slightly sharp edge.
His shadowy magic flared behind him and down his arms, and I reached my hand out. The inky shadows danced along my fingers, and I giggled at the touch.
