Page 66 of A Realm of Fire and Ash

He cups my face and I crash my mouth onto his, allowing him to devour every inch of me. I cling to him, my hands fisting in his soft hair, and I can feel the aching need building within me. His hands leave my face to trace along my curves, caressing me until my body trembles and I moan against his mouth. I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his sides as the kiss intensifies, our hands finding forgotten places before I reach for his belt.

He sucks in a breath, relishing the sharp pleasure of my touch as I release him from his pants. Emeric press into me, our kisses becoming desperate as we both lose ourselves in the sensation coursing through us.

Kicking the coffee table away, he lowers me to the floor, having enough cognizance to know the couch is covered in blood. He reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off and throw it to the side.

I smile, my eyes half-lidded and heavy with need. He presses my body against his, a ragged sigh escaping my lips as he kisses his way down my neck.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathes. “One little taste of you is all it took.”

He captures one of my nipples in his mouth, and my body arches into his touch, my moans of pleasure feeding his desire.

"Emeric, I need you," I whimper, hips bucking under him. "It hurts." I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some friction.

I ache for him. He smells of the sweetest fruit, drizzled in caramel.

"I know, baby." He pauses at the apex of my heat. "I'll make you feel good."

My head thrashes. "No," I whine. "I need you to fuck me. You smell so good."

"But you said—"

"Now, Emeric. Please."

"Are you sure?"

I rise to my elbows, glancing between us. "Show me how those work," I pant.

A grin curls his lips. As though it were a reflex, he turns the vibration on, settling between my legs, running his upper cock between my folds, nudging at my clit.

"Ohh," I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Holy shit. Yes, yes..."

He passes the vibration over my clit, and I dig my nails into his back, my entire body trembling.

"More," I beg. "Put the other one in me."

"Morte," he hesitates, slowly pistoning his hips as his cock glides through my folds.

"So help me I will march out that door and find the next man willing to fuck me right now, Emeric," I hiss. "Where's Azazel?" I grumble.

A possessive growl rises in his throat. "Mine," he whispers, pressing a hard kiss against my thirsty lips.

"Az!" I call out, and Emeric takes the bait.

He positions himself at my entrance, about to press in when he pauses. His head whips up, his gaze locking over my shoulder. Crashing against me, Emeric grips the couch and flips it over to act as a shield.

"What the fuck!" I shout.

"Get down!" he growls, reaching for the weapons abandoned amongst my things.

My spine turns rigid, fear a wild beast in my chest. "I'm not into knife play," I choke out.

"What?" He moves for the dagger as I scramble out from under him, jumping to my feet.

"I said I'm not—"

The unmistakable sound of an arrow loosing through the air cuts me off mid-sentence as he lunges for me. His arms wrap around my body, shielding me as he crashes us both to the ground. Shards of stone rain down from the arrow lodged in the wall just inches above us.

My attention snaps to where it vibrates and realization dawns on me that another hunt participant has found me. "Who’s here?"

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