Page 96 of A War of Embers

Within seconds he’s coming all over my chest in a groan of pleasure. My mouth opens in shock as the ropes of cum stain my chest, sliding down the valley of my breasts.

“Don’t get an attitude and you can swallow next time,” he taunts. He climbs off quickly, shucking his pants at the end of the bed until he’s gloriously naked. Gripping my ankles, he hauls my body to the edge of the bed before sinking down on his knees to ravish my body.

His tongue immediately dips down between my legs, gathering my juices coating my slit. Groaning, he plunges his tongue inside, wrenching out a cry. God, he feels magnificent when he does this.

“Someone got off on taking my cock down her throat,” he chuckles, punctuating his statement with a finger dipping side of me as he suckles my clit between his lips. My head drops down, unable to hold my upper body off the bed any longer.

I cry out as an orgasm begins to crest, my legs shaking as I try to trap his head between my thighs. Rowan anticipates my movement, forcing one leg to open while her jams two fingers deep, curling them to hit a sweet spot that has stars dancing in my vision.

“Now you can come,” he orders, nipping my clit this time with his teeth.

My body obeys, curving my spine like a bow as I scream his name. Pleasure assaults all my senses, drowning out everything but the sharp tingles and warmth clouding my body.

Rowan grabs my hips, effortlessly lifting my body and turning me onto my stomach. A sharp slap against my ass cheek has my head bolting upright, scowling through my post orgasmic haze.

“What the hell?” I demand, pushing up on my elbows. Half his cum is now smeared across his sheets, though he doesn’t seem to give a shit about the mess we’re making.

“That’s for running off again without informing anyone.” He spanks my ass again, hauling my hips into the air until I’m on my knees. Climbing onto the bed behind me, he presses his hand between my shoulder blades until my chest is once again smearing his cum around. “And that is for pissing me off by trying to die.”

His fingertips bite into my skin hard enough there’s no doubt bruises will form. Then his cock begins to seek entrance as his thighs press into the back of mine. He rocks forward, entering slowly before holding himself still.

“Trust,” he says in a rough voice. “We have to trust each other.”

“I’m trying.” I want to snap the words but they come out breathless.

He settles into a short, punishing rhythm that has my ass trying to force back to make him thrust harder. Suddenly he grips my hair, pulling my head back so my throat is exposed. “I give you what you need, little monster. If I want to fuck you roughly then I will. Because who owns you?”

Dammit this is not the time to be on a power trip. My muscles seize, wanting to fight him about nobody owning me. But that’s not entirely true, my mind reminds me. He owns a part of me, something I can’t feel yet because of the immortal souls blocking the mating bond. But I do trust Rowan more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else in my life. Dipping my head down, even as it pulls my hair, until my cheek rests against the duvet, I force my limbs to relax.

Rowan groans in bliss at my surrender. Immediately his thrusts increase, the sound of our bodies coming together over and over again filling the air. There’s the wet sliding of flesh as he continues to move in a rhythm owned by his beast.

The feral digs of his cock send sparks shooting along my spine, my nipples tighten, and my breaths begin to labor. Barely out of reach, the orgasm builds swiftly.

Rowan’s large hand leaves my hair, instead pushing down on my nape as he holds my body still for the last few thrusts. The way his hips slam into mine like he’s truly claiming me is enough to send my orgasm crashing through me for a second time.

I scream again, Rowan’s name tearing from my throat as I fall into oblivion. Mere seconds later he follows me over, his roar echoing in my ears as he stills, curling over my back as he drags in deep breaths.

Several moments trickle by, his cock slowly falling out of my body until I collapse entirely on the duvet, spent of any strength.

“Mm,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss in the center of my back before moving off the bed. “Come on, let’s get clean.”

“I don’t think my legs work,” I whine, kicking them softly. Tingles are still racing all over my skin, making my limbs feel wobbly.

“They do,” he snorts, smacking his hand across the globe of my ass again. “Come on. I need to change the covers before we go to bed.”

I grumble as I slip off the bed, grimacing as I notice how much of a mess is spread over the bed and myself. Now that I’m upright, I can feel our combined orgasms sliding down my thighs. “I feel gross.”

He walks around me to move to the bathroom, turning the faucet on to the shower and ushering me quickly in. As soon as I step in, he wastes no time soaping a loofa and dragging it over my body to clean up the stickiness he left behind.

“Thanks,” I mutter after tilting my head back under the rain of the water.

“You realize I meant what I said, don’t you?” Rowan calmly asks.

My brain is still floating in post-orgasmic bliss, but I recall everything he said prior. “We need to trust each other.”

“And?”

My brow furrows as I try to think of anything else of substance we discussed. When I draw a blank, I shrug.

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