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 hint of disappointment rose. “Ash?”
“Hmm?” His lips danced over my collarbone.
I slid my hands to his shoulders. “I’m ready.”
Ash froze for just a second and then shuddered. “I know you are.” He pushed into me, grinding against my clit. “You’re soaking wet.”
Warmth hit my cheeks. “I wasn’t talking about that.”
“I know.”
“Then—”
Ash moved with lightning speed, closing his mouth over mine. His deep kiss was like a match striking flint, kicking off a shower of sparks. It was possessive. Almost feral in its neediness, and I fucking loved it.
I lifted my legs, curling them around his waist, and pushing up to meet the plunge of his hips. He groaned against my mouth, and a full-body tremor swept through him. My lips felt swollen when his mouth left mine.
“I want you to watch me,” he ordered in a voice wrapped in silk and shadows. He kissed my chin and then the crook of my neck. “I don’t want you to take your eyes off me. Understand?”
I nodded, watching him as the edges of his hair teased the side of my breast.
He halted, his breath cool against my nipple, and his gaze flicking to mine. “I want to hear you say it, liessa.”
My eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes.”
That shadowy smile returned. “That’s my Queen.”
His head lowered once more, but his gaze remained locked onto mine as he took the peak of my breast into his mouth. The graze of his fangs against my soft flesh sent desire streaking through me. He drew the turgid peak into his mouth, and even if he hadn’t ordered me, I wouldn’t have been able to look away. His tongue swirled over the hardened bud, and my eyes started to flutter shut as I rocked against him. Acute wisps of pleasure spread through me. I was aching by the time he let go.
“Keep watching.”
“I am,” I panted.
“Good.” His hair teased my skin as he moved to my left breast. His tongue traveled up the swell. “Whose mouth is on you?”
I blinked. “Yours.”
He nipped at the skin.
“My King?”
Ash caught my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out, back bowing, and his grin was downright wicked. “I want you to say my name.”
My legs tightened around him, and our eyes locked once more. An aching pressure settled in my chest and between my thighs. “Nyktos.”
His growl rumbled through me.
I grinned. “Ash.”
He showed his approval with a flick of his tongue. “And whose cock is inside you?”
My heart was pounding so fast. “Ash—” He struck before I could even finish saying his name.
Ash pierced the skin of my breast right above my nipple. His gaze still holding mine, I cried out. My hands flew to his hair as the sharp burst of pain momentarily overwhelmed my senses, stroking that fear I fought so hard to deal with, but…
But it was his quicksilver eyes that held mine.
It was Ash’s fangs that had pierced my vein. It was Ash’s lips and mouth that moved hungrily. It was Ash’s throat that swallowed greedily. It was Ash who drank from me. His cock still deep inside me. It was his name that I had called out when his fangs sank into me.
And it was his name I shouted again as the pain quickly gave way to pleasure, but it…it felt different, causing my thoughts to run together chaotically. It had been so long since I’d felt his bite, but even then, I knew this was different. Stronger. He groaned, continuing to drink from me. Eather whirled through his eyes, and his pupils dilated. It had also been too long since he’d tasted more than a drop of my blood.
The steady drag and pull of Ash taking my blood into himself was the kind of ecstasy that was as fierce as a current of eather coursing through me, consuming every sense with searing intensity and leaving no room to think of anything, let alone feel anything but his mouth and the decadent agony he unleashed. I came apart without warning, my back arching. I held his mouth to my breast.
The sound that came from him was animalistic. My grip loosened. His hips moved faster, each thrust deeper and harder as he drank from me. And his gaze—his beautiful silver eyes—remained locked on mine, keeping me grounded. He didn’t look away, not even to blink, until he closed the wound with a sweep of his tongue.
“Sera,” he said, stretching up to take my mouth in his. I tasted my blood on his lips. His chest was harder against mine, and when I ran my hands from his hair over his shoulders, I felt his flesh becoming smoother. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Ash pulled free of me and lifted me from the table. I caught a glimpse of his shadowstone-hued skin. The moment my feet touched the stone floor, he turned me with one hand on my hip. The other pressed me down until my chest was flush against the table. His hand left my hip, sliding between my cheek and the table so I rested on his forearm. He thrust deeply, all the way to the hilt.