Page 178 of House Ignis

He slid down my body, his hands gripping my thighs with a bruising strength and spreading them wide.

"I'm going to taste every drop you've given me until you're begging me to stop—and then I'm going to make you beg me to start again."

My hips bucked as his tongue found me. He was slow at first, teasing and agonizing, before his shadows joined the assault.

They stroked my nipples into aching peaks and curled around my inner thighs, grazing over my entrance until I was writhing beneath him all over again..

"Asher—" I gasped, but he only let out a low groan against my sensitive skin, the vibration ripping a gasp from me.

Possession surged through the bond.

Mine.

His voice wasn't even spoken aloud anymore; it was echoing inside my head, carved into the very architecture of my soul.

I shattered for the second time, crying out so loudly I swore the stone walls of House Umbra would crack.

My vision blurred and my chest heaved—but before I could even begin to come down, he was looming over me again, his length hard and pressing at my entrance.

"No— I can't—I'm too far gone—"

“Yes, you can.” He smirked, pushing in slow this time, forcing me to feel every inch of the friction. "And you will. Until my name is the only thing left on your lips."

By the gods, I was already halfway there.

He moved—hard.

My nails dug into tattooed muscles of his shoulders as he drove into me, this time slower and deeper, like he was savoring every desperate gasp I made.

The light in the room began to dim, the corners swallowed by thick, swirling shadows until the furniture vanished and it was just us, suspended in a void of his making.

"Asher…" I breathed, my voice trembling with both raw need and absolute awe.

His black eyes glittered in the darkness, the only anchor I had as the world outside ceased to exist.

"Say it again," he growled, his hips snapping forward to meet mine.

I moaned it louder, my head tipping back as shadows climbed the bedposts like living vines, spreading across the ceiling.

His power was suffocating in the most delicious way.

"Up," he commanded. His shadows obeyed before I even processed the word—hauling me upright until I was straddling his lap, still joined with him.

My breath caught. I could feel every throb of him inside me as his hands slid up my sides and gripped my waist.

"Ride me, darling. Show me exactly who you belong to."

I started to move, rolling my hips slowly at first, dragging every inch of him through me until my thighs trembled with the effort.

His hands tightened, forcing me to take him deeper and faster, until I was bouncing on him in the pitch-black room.

My cries echoed back at me, sounding like the walls themselves belonged to him.

The bond flared—hot, possessive, and dangerous. His voice wrapped around my mind like a physical weight.

"Look at me."

I opened my eyes—I didn't even remember closing them—and was met with the full force of his gaze was black and endless, a void that promised ruin and worship in equal measure.