Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire #4) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
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“Beautiful,” he murmured roughly, cupping my breasts in his hands. He dragged a thumb over one rosy peek, groaning as the nipple puckered. “These are so fucking beautiful.”

Ash lowered his head, taking the nipple into his mouth. His fangs scraped my skin, and the sensation was sharp, a wicked sting that spiraled throughout my entire body. His tongue swirled, drawing a gasp from my lips, the sound lost in the vastness of the throne room. He drew the sensitive flesh into his mouth, and my hips jerked, rubbing at the hard ridge of him.

With my heart racing, my hands moved to the flap of his breeches. I wasn’t nearly as nimble as him, and what he was doing with his fingers as he took my other breast into his mouth didn’t help. Still, I managed to free him.

His mouth left my breast, and his head fell back. My fingers brushed the cool hardness, tracing the line of his desire before I closed my hand around him.

His hips punched up, and his hands slipped beneath the robe and gown to close around mine. “I need in you,” he rasped. “Now.”

Dropping my forehead to his, I guided his cock with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The feeling of his cool tip against my heated dampness nearly undid both of us.

He pulled me down hard as he thrust up. The moment he entered me, I cried out, a riot of raw sensations pounding through me.

Neither of us moved for several seconds, our breaths coming in short, shallow pants. I felt him trembling, the same need building in me. I began to rock slowly, wanting to savor the small bite of pain as I stretched to accommodate every thick inch. The fullness was addictive.

Ash’s lips danced across my collarbone, each kiss igniting trails of fire on my skin as his grip tightened even more on my hips, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that sent tingles racing all over my skin. We moved in sync on the throne, thrusting and grinding, our mouths coming together.

The throne room echoed with the sounds of our breaths mingling in the charged air. I rode him, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, the fingers of my other tugging on his silken strands. Every rise and fall of my hips drew me closer to the precipice. One of his hands slid to my ass, his fingers pressing into the softness there with an intensity that matched the mounting pressure within me. The other slipped free of the robe to find my braid. He gripped it hard, tugging my head back so he could see me.

Heat spiraled, coiling tighter, an invisible force pulling at the very core of my being. The striking lines of Ash’s face were etched with concentration. His eyes were locked on mine, witnessing the moment my body tensed. And then, with his name a cry on my lips that filled the vastness of the chamber, pleasure shattered me. It was a starburst, radiating out from the place we were joined, sending shockwaves through every nerve ending.

I shuddered, waves of ecstasy rolling over me as his release swiftly followed. His hold on me became a vise, holding me still as he found his escape. Ash’s head tipped back against the throne, a low groan reverberating off the cold stone walls, filling the room with the echoes of his pleasure.

As the last tremors of our passion ebbed, I collapsed against him. We remained entwined upon the throne as our breathing and hearts slowed.

“I don’t think I will ever think of this throne the same way again,” he said.

I laughed against his neck. “Me, neither.”

His hand smoothed over the braid. “I assume all of that was a pretty good indicator that you liked what I was thinking about?”

“That would be a safe assumption.”

Ash’s chuckle brought a wide smile to my lips. I loved that sound.

Tugging on the braid, he guided me back so there was some space between our bodies. “Are you nervous about facing Kolis?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t sensed my anxiety.”

“You must be getting better at shielding,” he said. “I guess that’s a yes?”

I nodded, biting my lip. His cool fingers grazed my breasts.

One side of his lips curled up as he tugged the nightgown’s bodice into place. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I know.”

His gaze met mine when he pulled the two halves of the robe together. “And scared.”

“I’m not scared. I mean, I’m not scared of seeing Kolis. I don’t fear him anymore,” I said, holding still as he buttoned the robe. “I fear losing people we care about. I…I fear failing.”

“I wish I could promise that we won’t lose anyone else, but I can’t.” Eather pierced his eyes. “I can promise we will not fail. We will trap and entomb that bastard. We will give Sotoria her choice. We will ensure that Iliseeum and the mortal realm are taken care of.” Dipping his head, he pressed a kiss to my temple. “And we will have a near eternity of moments like this. You and me. Our children chasing each other around the throne room. We will get to watch them grow and find love. We will become grandparents, and then we will watch them grow.” He cupped my cheek. “All the while, Kolis will be where we put him, and he will stay there.”


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