Page 113 of Ashen Wings

My lungs contort. Again, I should flee for my life, but I don’t. The wicked visions infesting my thoughts drown out any basic need for survival.

“Scared yet?” He watches me through thick lashes.

“No.”

“I hope you’re prepared for this, starling, because I’m going to show you just what kind of monster I am.” His voice is a rumble at the back of his throat, but those midnight eyes don’t shift to crimson. Something like disappointment quivers within me.

That’s fucking confusing.

My throat dries as his fingers pull his trouser laces.

“I can handle you, Jace,” I say, meeting this challenge head on.

“We’ll see,” is all he replies as he shrugs out of his pants. I don’t withhold my stare when his cock springs free. Thick and perfect like glistening steel. And the size of him…Gods above, I’ve never seen such a perfect specimen of the human form.

Fuck, he’s so hard already, the sheer length quivering my inner walls. I’ve had plenty of partners before, but gods above…none like this.

He grips himself at the shaft and strokes his hand to the tip, his eyes locked right to mine. Pure, fervent desire floods my body, glazing my vision in a voracious haze.

“Show me how much you want this.” His words slam into me, igniting a fire of tension between my legs.

“What?”

“Touch yourself for me, Nova,” he replies, dragging a canine over his lip.

“Jace, I⁠— ”

“Be a good girl and do as I say.”

I can’t deny the physical reaction his command draws from me. My throbbing arousal seeps through my underclothes and slicks the sheets.

Fuck, this man is everything, and if this is what it takes to finally crack his walls, I’ll play along. I want to break him, just as he has me. I want him entirely undone, entirely feral, beyond the point of control. And if it kills me…well, I’ll wholeheartedly accept my fate.

He watches me with parted lips as my hand finds my breast. A shot of pleasure jolts right to my center when I pinch my nipple and a moan spills from my lips.

Jace goes rigid. Not a breath or a shiver escapes him. He tracks my every move, calculated, precise, and stone fucking cold.

My other hand trails down my stomach, my hips, then settles between my thighs. I let my knees fall open, exposing my glistening sex to the morning air. The dew-glazed chill sends a shiver through me, and my skin goes taut. Gooseflesh puckers on my arms, my legs.

“Fuck…” The growl from Jace’s lips is nothing less than primal. I sweep a finger through my slit and hold it up for him to see.

Arousal drips from my skin, trailing down my palm. “Is this what you want, Jace Ashborne? To see how wet you make me?”

His hand strokes up his shaft, agonizingly slow. He watches me like I might disappear, devouring every inch of my body, and storing it to memory.

Gods above, he walks the edge just as I do. The thought of pushing him out of control once terrified me, but right now I’m begging to see him unravel. I want him feral, fuming, and entirely at my mercy.

I let my fingers hover over my clit, already swollen and throbbing. Jace’s jaw ticks as he pumps himself again and his balls tighten.

Good.

Is he leading this or am I? Our mutual torture sends a thrill through my veins. My eyelids flutter when I circle the bud of nerves, never breaking our locked gaze.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers between breaths. A bead of precum glistens on his head. Fuck, I want to taste him, to take him to the hilt. The tension in my belly gathers.

When I can’t withhold any longer, I slip a finger inside me, curling and stroking just where I like it. An orgasm builds like a spark to a pyre. My other hand cups my breast, circling my nipple. Touching myself is agony in his presence, his thick length tempting my every desire. I don’t want to drive my own pleasure. I want him to claim it, but the look on his face—sinful and wicked—sends me to the fucking cosmos.

He watches my fingers work my clit like I’m the only deity he worships. My body is his temple. My release, his salvation. Gods, I might burst into flames right here on this bed.