Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
With one hand on my hip, Ash lifted me until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, and then he stilled.
I whimpered against his mouth, wiggling against him, but he held me in place. “Ash.”
He chuckled, the sound husky and rough. “Fuck me, liessa.”
The wicked demand ignited a fire. My blood burned, and my skin tingled. But his command did more. Gave more. He was freely handing over control.
And giving it to me.
Gods, I was so in love with him.
Muscles low in my stomach clenched. Our eyes locked. “Yes, my King.”
His irises flashed silver when starlight filled them.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I slid down his length. The feel of him now was like a jolt of pure eather flooding my veins, making my heart race and my breathing shallow.
Our mouths came together once more, my body moving in a slow and sensuous dance. He held himself still, all but his hands. They roamed and explored, skating over the curves of my hips, the dip of my waist, and then the swells of my breasts as I rode him.
That deep, carnal sound came from him again. His hands slid to my bottom, his long fingers pressing into the flesh and squeezing. Every inch of my being ignited with pleasure, each stroke of his cock coaxing moans from my lips.
Moving up and down, I ran my hands over the muscles of his shoulders and traced my way down his chest, the coolness of his flesh under mine intensifying every ripple of sensation. I could feel power radiating off him as he restrained himself, and it caressed the same raw energy inside me, sending my desire soaring even higher.
His back bowed, and then his mouth replaced his fingers. I cried out when he sucked the hardened peak of my breast into his mouth. I gripped the back of his head, eyes closed and panting as I ground down on him, moving my hips in tight, almost frantic circles. I rocked against him, letting my head fall back and surrendering to the sensation—to the need. To him. Water whipped around us, splashing across the floor. I could feel myself tightening, rushing toward release, and in the back of my mind, it seemed almost impossible that the pleasure could feel this intense and stunning. What Ash had said moments ago had been correct. Everything did feel different. Every touch, every caress was heightened by the knowledge that our connection had grown deeper, somehow more profound. Maybe it was because our love for each other felt even more tangible now, taking shape inside me. Either way, the tension was like a rope being stretched too far.
“I could stay like this forever.” Ash’s parted lips touched mine. “Feeling myself deep inside you. Feeling you beginning to come. It’s the perfect kind of peace.”
With each word, each powerful thrust, the tension increased to new heights. “I love you.”
Ash groaned, his arms encircling me as he pulled me down and against him, holding me tightly to his body. That rope broke, taking him with me. Waves of pleasure flooded me, and I cried out his name. I shook as the release continued spinning and pulsing through me, dragging me under its powerful embrace until I was limp in his arms, my cheek resting against his shoulder.
Ash’s chest rose against mine in a ragged inhale. “Fates,” he rasped.
My breath caught as I felt him jerk one last time inside me. “Same.”
Silence fell between us, and he dragged his hand up under my hair in slow, soothing strokes. I couldn’t help but think of all we’d had to overcome to get to this moment and the…the lives growing inside me. They felt like a testament to our love. A miracle.
Quite some time later, Ash and I lay in bed. I was on my back, my head resting on his chest. His head was propped up on the pillows, one hand in my hair and the other on my lower stomach. We were both naked, our bellies full of the dinner we’d shared, and our passions sated.
We’d made love again upon returning to the chamber, and then again after dinner. He’d offered his vein to me, and instinctually, I knew it was even more important for me to feed now. It wasn’t just for me.
It was for the babes.
But…but what about him?
I sat up, facing him. Our eyes met. My heart began to race, but I wanted to do the same for him, even though my anxiety rose. I wanted to get over the fear. I needed to. “Ash, do you need—?”
“No. I fed from Rhain earlier.” He guided my head back to his chest, and I fought to quell the rising disappointment. “I don’t even know if I should be feeding from you now.”
“Really?” The vadentia was quiet, and my stomach sank a little. “That could be a problem. If you can’t take my blood, if nobody can, how will I Ascend others? That’s the crux of our plan.”