Page 281 of House Ignis

“No one has ever… gods, Asher, no one.”

He growled, a deep, territorial sound that rumbled through my thighs as he lapped me up, his tongue relentless and hungry.

I gripped his head, pulling him closer, letting him drown out every memory of the past with the sheer violence of his devotion.

"Gods—" the plea was ripped from my throat, but it was swallowed by his answering snarl.

"Stop calling for the heavens," he hissed, his voice a lethal vibration in my mind.

"You belong to the dark now. Mine to fuck. Mine to break. I want my name—and only mine—seared into your throat. Tell me you hear me."

The stars in my vision flickered and died, replaced by a raw, carnal pleasure that left me gasping.

I nodded frantically, my fingers digging into the bark of the tree.

"Good," he purred, his eyes dark with a satisfied kind of malice.

"Now, show me how well you can obey."

As he moved, my skin ignited. Bright, hungry flames swept over my body, casting long, flickering shadows against the trees.

But his shadows were faster—they rose to meet the fire, weaving through the heat without burning.

We were a storm of fire and shadow, a collision of elements that shouldn't have existed.

"Look at us," he commanded, his silver eyes locking onto mine. "This is destiny, Ava. And I will bury this world in shadow before I let a soul take you from me."

"On all fours, princess."

His breath was ragged against my skin. I nodded, my teeth drawing blood again as the sheer intensity of his gaze pinned me in place.

He licked the wound clean, his eyes darkening as he savored the taste.

"Do it," he commanded.

I fell to the ground instantly, my knees sinking into the soft soil. I was exposed, waiting, my fingers clawing at the dirt as the bond thrummed with his proximity.

He settled behind me, a predator finally claiming his prize.

“Darling, you've been so good,” he whispered against my skin.

Then his hand descended, the impact sharp and stinging.

I cried out, the pain blooming across my skin like wildfire, centering me entirely on the male who now held my world in his hands.

He moved against my entrance, a rhythmic tease that had me clawing at the mossy earth.

Before I could beg, he seized my hair, yanking me back against his heaving chest as he forced himself inside.

I cried out, the sensation of him filling me entirely—stretching me, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else.

“Always felt like home,” he murmured, his voice a lethal vibration in my ear.

He didn't slow down; he didn't give me time to find my bearings. He thundered into me with a raw, carnal desperation, his thrusts echoing the frantic beat of my heart.

His hand moved to my chest, his thumb catching my nipple in a punishing pinch that sent a fresh wave of fire through my veins.

I was a mess of sweat and flames, lost in the shadows of the male who had finally returned to finish the hunt.