Page 114 of Ashen Wings

“I want you to touch me,” I say between panting breaths.

“Not yet, starling. I’m enjoying watching you squirm for me too much.” He takes a seat in the chair opposite me. His eyes are directly in line with my sex, and I’m on display like a fucking dinner spread.

“Don’t make me beg, Jace Ashborne.” I sheathe a second finger to the hilt.

“Do what you’re told, and I’ll let you have my cock instead of those greedy little fingers,” he says.

A moan climbs up my throat, desperate for release. He wants to toy with me like I’m some plaything? To drive me to madness? Fine. My brow arches. I’ll make a show of it, then.

My toes curl as I fall into a merciless rhythm. Dipping my fingers all the way in then slowly withdrawing. My thumb circles my clit, exactly as his had during our offering. I can’t stifle the pants, growing shallower, as the orgasm builds.

My back arches, and I gnash into the bed, sweat beading on my flushed brow.

Jace’s strokes up his cock quicken, matching my pace. A deep, rumbling groan spills from his lips and he lets his head fall back in the chair. Those dark, deathly eyes never leave me as we chase pleasure, each gasp or cry a challenge for the other.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he growls when I withdraw my fingers again. My body is a fire of restless, aching tension. I’m so close, I can taste my climax—piny and sharp.

“You think you control me?” I pant, working myself until I nearly break. My eyes shut with a final pulse of sweet, mind shattering tension.

But a strong grip curls around my wrist—interrupting the orgasm like a godsdamned landslide. “Only I get to command your release, starling.”

Then Jace is above me, his cock nudging my entrance. My hips tense when he slides himself through my heat, rocking back and forth, wetting himself with my agonizing desire.

“If we do this starling, you’re mine. Your thoughts. Your dreams. Your body. Your very fucking soul is mine. So, I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me now if you’ve changed your mind, because I don’t plan on taking you gently.”

Fuck, I might actually lose my mind. His thighs between mine fit like our bodies were sculpted for one another, and maybe they were. We are flames of the same pyre, blades of the same arsenal. His malice calls to mine.

“You’re not going to scare me away, Jace.” I brush a thumb down the curve of his chest.

“We’ll see about that.”

Then he slams into me with his full force, stuffing me to the hilt. My inner walls stretch deliciously around his length. There’s no build up, no letting my body adjust to his size, just a fullness unraveling me thread by thread.

This is a rough, relentless type of pleasure and I’m ravenous for every inch of him I can manage.

“Gods!” A cry of pure, unyielding ecstasy pours from my lips and Jace wraps his hand over my mouth to steal the sound.

“There are no gods here, Nova Lindwen. It’ll be only my name on your lips. When the others hear you through the walls, I want them to know it was I who made you scream.”

My walls clench around his cock, greedily taking every sensation, and begging for more. I’m soaring to the godsdamned cosmos with each thrust, fracturing and shattering until I’m nothing more than stardust.

I wrap my thighs around his hips if only to keep the shards of myself from coming apart. His hands slide under us. “Do you like how I fuck you? How my cock fills you perfectly?”

“Yes,” I pant. My walls clench, greedily taking him inch by inch. My eyes flick to his chest, then the arches of his hips as he works into me. I’m suddenly jealous of the sweat painting a path between his abs. I want my hands on him, exploring every inch like I’m charting new territory.

“Eyes on me, starling.” His fingers dig into my hips. “I want to watch you shatter.” Then he pulls my hips closer, his cock burrowing deeper until my toes curl and my back arches.

I lock my gaze on him and watch the world burn in his irises. The expression etched in his features is one of raw desire. Like a forbidden secret he’s sharing this version of himself only with me, and I fucking love it. I can’t get enough of the way his dark eyes trace the outline of my breasts as he sheathes himself to the hilt over and over again. I’m a glutton for the way he drags his canines over his lip as he loses himself right alongside me.

My vision blurs around the edges when he slides his hands up my stomach to my breasts.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I breathe, succumbing to the wave of pleasure crashing through me.

My eyes flutter shut but I force them back open. I refuse to miss even a blink of Jace as he comes undone.

“Starling…” he groans. “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to spill myself so deep inside you, you’ll taste me.”