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)
A thin tendril danced over the curve of my ass cheek. My eyes flew open.
Ash’s movements stilled. His gaze in the reflection snared mine. The wisp of energy slipped over where we were joined, teasing the empty, sensitive opening. “What do you want, meyaah Liessa?”
I immediately knew what he wanted to hear me say. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck my pussy and my ass, my King.”
His chuckle was darkly sensual. The current of eather pulsed and then eased itself into me. The sound I made scorched my cheeks as the pressure filled me to the point where I felt like I would lose all sense. Tension curled so tightly there was a good chance I would come if he so much as twitched.
But he didn’t. Ash was utterly still behind and in me.
“You forgot something,” he chided.
“What…?” My eyes narrowed as I realized what he meant. “How about, fuck me now?”
“That’s not it.”
“I know.”
The tendril expanded slightly, drawing out a ragged curse. “What do you want, meyaah Liessa?” he asked again.
I could refuse, and if I did, I knew he’d still give me what I wanted, but he also knew it wasn’t what I needed.
I turned my head toward his. “Fuck me.” Our lips brushed. “Fuck me in my ass and pussy, Ash.”
He groaned. “As you wish.”
And that is what he did. His hips and essence moved in perfect rhythm. The pleasure was all-consuming, almost too much, and I strained and twisted in his hold as the curls of tension built quickly. Ash thrust deep and hard, holding me tightly as I ground on him. The coil deep inside me spun and spun until I didn’t think I could take much more. My entire body was too sensitive. I was too full.
The hand at my throat tipped my head back. “I love you,” Ash whispered against my lips, kissing me.
Those three words sent me over the edge. The climax took me hard, rushing through me in pounding waves of ecstasy. My cries were lost in Ash’s groan as he found his release.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way as sweet aftershocks fluttered through both of us, but my knees were still a little weak by the time he eased himself from me and placed me on my feet.
He kissed my temple. “Stay right there.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
He shot me a quick grin, then found a washcloth that he dampened. Returning to stand behind me, he kissed the corner of my lips as he gently swept the washcloth between my thighs. The act of him cleaning me up was so sweet I thought I might cry. Like seriously. Tears clogged my throat, and I rolled my eyes at myself. I had no idea why I was so emotional. I was going to blame post-orgasmic bliss.
“Coming back to bed?” Ash asked, tossing the washcloth into a hamper.
I nodded. “In a minute.”
“Don’t take too long.” His lips brushed my forehead. “You’ve kept me up long enough.”
“Me?” I laughed as he stepped away. “I was minding my own business in here, thank you very much.”
“Yes, you were minding your own business walking around naked.” He opened the door as he looked over his shoulder at me. A lock of hair fell across his face. “While being as wet as sin.”
My mouth dropped open.
“What else was I to do?” he questioned, one side of his lips curving up.
I snapped my mouth shut as my eyes narrowed. He chuckled, turning away. “You know,” I said, “it’s inappropriate to point out things like that.”
“One would also think having such a hungry pussy is also inappropriate,” he replied.
A shocked giggle burst from my lips. “Naughty Ash.”
“Naughty pussy, more like.”
“Oh, my gods.” I smacked my hands over my face. “I think we can stop saying pussy now.”
Ash chuckled. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
I shook my head as he closed the door, even though I absolutely loved this dirty side of him. I thought back to what we’d just done. I really loved the dirtier side of him.
Figuring it would be best if I stopped thinking about that before I found myself once more in Ash’s arms, I bent over the vanity and splashed cool water on my way-too-hot face. I plucked up the nearest clean towel to dry myself as my gaze drifted to the mirror.
Even in the dim glow of the lamplight, seeing my eyes still came as a shock, despite looking like my freckled self.
Well, not completely like myself. There was a slight golden glow to my skin that hadn’t been there before I rose as a Primal. I lifted my upper lip until the tips of the two small fangs appeared.
What would Ezra think upon seeing them? Gods, she would have so many questions, and I…I wanted to answer them. My eyes closed as a pang of yearning ran through me. I wanted to see her and Marisol. Perhaps even my mother—