Page 115 of Ashen Wings

He places his palms against the headboard above us and pounds into me at a relentless pace.

The walls crumble, the world tilts, and everything ceases to exist outside of these unending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Pressure builds beyond my limit, driving a climax higher and higher until I can’t fucking breathe.

“Jace…” The cry from my throat is rough and raw. My eyes roll back as he pumps into me again, erupting my body into a cosmic blaze of release.

Chest heaving, I plummet back to reality in shockwaves, consuming me bite for bite. I’ve experienced pleasure before, but these tremors of utter bliss shove me right into oblivion. My walls pulse around Jace’s length, but he doesn’t let up in the least.

I ride the wave of my orgasm, digging my nails into Jace’s skin out of survival alone. Blood streaks my fingers as he sheathes himself, gaining force and momentum with each thrust. My body takes control, moaning and crying and screaming his name until my throat is hoarse and I see fucking stars.

“Fuck,” Jace growls, finding his release. His cock twitches with each burst of pleasure dripping from his sweat-glazed skin. I place a palm on his cheek, entirely dazed by the perfect man above me. He withdraws from me but keeps his full weight on my hips.

“Nova…” He nuzzles into my touch.

“You stayed in control,” I say, eyes heavy with bliss.

His throat bobs. “No, I didn’t.”

My face blanches and I squirm to sit up.

“Don’t move,” he warns.

My throat dries. “Are you…are you okay?”

“You wanted to see all of me, the nightmare, the darkness…” Finally, Jace draws his eyes to mine.

My blood freezes over when his irises, now crimson, lock on to me. “I need to taste you. Your blood, your arousal. Tell me no, and I’ll let you run, but this is who I am.”

His claws slice into the wall behind me. Jace squeezes his eyes shut and his fingers slowly transition to that ink-dipped shade I feared before. My heart hammers against my sternum as I watch the shift take shape—glimmering irises, elongated canines.

With gritted teeth and waning control, the monster above me isn’t a nightmare or otherworldly demon. He is perfection. Breathtaking and beautiful.

I let my thighs fall open and expose my heated, hyper-sensitive sex to him fully. “I’m yours, Jace Ashborne. Give me your worst, even if it kills me.”

I thought we’d reached his limit, but holy fucking hells…his lips curl into a wicked grin as he slides down the bed, positioning himself right where he needs to be…right where I need him to be.

“There’s a dagger on the bedside…just in case.” An eerie stillness settles over his body as his shoulder blades come together and he dips his chin. His hot ragged breath brushes against my slit, re-igniting the thrill that’d fled with my orgasm.

“Do you like the feel of my seed dripping from your perfect little pussy, starling?” He slips a finger through the evidence of his release, then raises his hand to show me. “Do you see how I’ve claimed you?”

“F-uck, Jace…”

He places a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. A shiver of tension pricks my skin. The sharp spurts of breath I take are nowhere near enough to calm the frantic heartbeat now ravaging my chest.

“Tell me one more time that you want this, Nova,” he commands.

I’m beyond a verbal response, so I simply offer a whimper of consent. His crimson eyes glaze over, and he licks his lips like a starved man about to feast. Gods be fucking good, the sheer agony of anticipation is torturous, even after I’ve been sated once already.

His thumb strokes just above my clit and that little bud of nerves aches for him, already engorged and throbbing. I haven’t nearly recovered from the first mind-shattering release, and the tension between my thighs claws up my whole damned body.

His claws scratch down my stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but still sparking my skin.

“This will be painful, but I promise you, starling, you’ll be begging for more.” He shifts between my legs, his lips hovering mere inches from my slit.

Then his canines sink into my thigh, right over the artery pumping blood through my body. A sharp prick of pain jolts up my thigh, fire erupts through my veins, and my thoughts shatter. My hips buck into him, but a firm grip of his claws holds me against the mattress.

He groans against my flesh, pulling blood from the puncture. It’s agony beyond reason, but he’s right…every thought pinholes to one fucking word. One single syllable has me in a chokehold of visceral, animalistic pleasure.

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