Page 124 of When Ashes Fall

Maybe tonight wasn’t goodbye after all. Maybe it was the start of something new.

“And you are my goddess.” He pulled back a little before driving forward again. He rocked me back, and the headboard banged against the wall. “My beautiful goddess who was made just for me. No other will ever know the ecstasy of your cunt.”

When he thrust forward again, I wrapped my legs around his waist and grasped his taut ass. He was steel and power all rolled into one truly magnificent man.

We fit so perfectly together that I wondered whether they were wrong and casters did have mates after all. I’d never heard of such a thing before, but he was the missing piece of me; I was sure of that.

When he used his thumb to stroke my clit, my eyes rolled back in my head. I begged for more while the tension within me spiraled higher and higher.

He released my throat and rested his mouth on my ear. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

I shivered at his words, both because of how hoarse they were and how commanding. This was the domineering man who’d taken me in the cabin, the one who demanded absolute control of my body and my complete submission.

He played my body expertly, and everything in me pleaded for release, but his words held me back. When will he tell me to come? When will he let me?

“Please,” I whispered as his thumb continued its leisurely circles around my aching nub.

“Please, what?” he demanded.

“Please, Knox, let me come.”

Instead of giving me what I’d begged for, he enfolded me in his arms and rolled so I was on top. He didn’t let me set the rhythm as his hands gripped my hips and he guided me. I rubbed my clit against him as my head tipped back and a low moan issued from me.

He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pulling my focus back to him. “Don’t you dare come.”

“Knox, please.”

Too lost in my own bliss and impending release, I barely felt it when he pinched my nipple again. With a growl, he rolled me over again and pinned me beneath him. His face was harsh, his sweat-slicked body deliciously heavy against mine.

“I told you not to come yet, but I do love to hear you beg,” he said.

His hand skimmed down my belly to my clit once more. He circled it again before stopping and resting his finger against it. I lifted my hips, trying to get him to move, but he remained as still as stone.

“Now, mea eveto, ask me if you can come,” he commanded.

I could barely breathe, let alone form words, but somehow I managed to gasp, “Can I come, Knox? Please, can I come?”

“Yes, you can.”

When he started moving again, he didn’t have to wait, as my body fractured and a low, continuous moan issued from me. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his back as the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced rocked me.

I could only cling to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me while his body continued its relentless assault on mine. My fingers dug into his skin as my moan became an endless cry of his name.

I’d had countless orgasms with this man, but never one this extensive. It felt as if it would never end as he buried his head in my shoulder. Pain seared through me; I had no idea where it came from and didn’t care.

With a muffled shout against my shoulder, Knox thrust forward one more time. Inside me, his shaft thickened as it pulsed, and his whole body shuddered against mine. The throb of his cock continued as his seed filled me.

Thankfully, my mother gave me a potion to keep me from becoming pregnant before my Needing. It would last for six months; otherwise, I would probably be in big trouble.

Before, when we were together, I hadn’t gone through my Needing yet and couldn’t get pregnant, but I could now, and I was far from ready for a baby, especially with this man. This was the only thing the two of us did extremely well together; that wasn’t enough for a child.

When I had a baby, I planned to shower them with all the love my mother had never given me. I wanted them to have the best life ever; Knox and I couldn’t provide that.

Maybe one day, a hopeful little voice whispered.

Maybe, I had to agree. But it was going to take a lot of work.

Lingering tremors caused my muscles to constrict around his shaft. As I started drifting down from my high, I felt a warm, tickling sensation sliding down my back.