Page 106 of Ashen Souls

“Don’t deny that you ache for this,” he murmured, “to have my cock fill you. To satisfy the craving I woke up inside you, that only I can feed.”

Daeren’s mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. His tongue slid past my lips. His hands were everywhere: sliding down my ribs, brushing over my breasts and the tense muscles of my stomach, before finding the wetness between my thighs.

He dragged a finger over my entrance, arrogant and slow, savoring the undeniable proof of how badly I wanted him.

God, I hated him right then. But more than that, I hated knowing that when he was looking at me, he saw her. I was just a substitute for a thousand-year-old obsession.

But I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. Every touch he gave me was pure, intoxicating liberation. In that moment, the pleasure was so sharp I didn't care. I was willing to be her replacement, just to feel him.

“You think too much, Patches,” he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. “Your mind is constantly running. Let me quiet it for you.”

Shadows unfurled behind his shoulders, materializing into massive wings that swept around us, sealing me in total darkness. Before I could even gasp, reality dissolved beneath us.

I blinked, entirely disoriented, the inferno pressing against my exposed spine while my knees scraped the obsidian of the throne. I had no idea where he had summoned it from: if we had crossed the chamber or if the realm simply bent to his will.

Daeren was a furnace beneath me. I sat straddling his lap, the engorged length of his cock rubbing against my clit. I tried to move, instinct driving me to ride him, to dictate the pace as I had before. His fingers dug ruthlessly into my hips, pinning me in place.

“Ah, ah,” he chided, his thumbs bruising the bone. “In this realm, I am your fucking god. You move only when I command it.”

He released his grip, only to capture my wrists, forcing my hands down between our bodies. “Grab my cock,” he demanded, his glowing eyes burning into mine with absolute authority. “Drag it to your cunt and show me how desperate you are to take it.”

He was going to fuck me right here, on the very seat of his power. The thought alone, fueled by his filthy words, made my pussy clench with a dripping need.

I wrapped both hands around his thick length. He was unbelievably hard, pulsing heavily against my palms. Under the weight of his gaze, I angled the blunt head at my entrance.

My pale, shaking fingers looked impossibly fragile wrapped around his massive flesh. I couldn't look away from the sight as the wet tip of him parted my folds.

As soon as I felt the hot friction against my slit, his hands abandoned my wrists and locked onto my ass. He didn't look away. Slowly he dragged my weight downward.

I whimpered as he stretched me, my own hands still wrapped around the base of his cock as he filled me to the hilt. My breasts crushed against his solid chest, trapping me against him.

Only then did he hijack the movement. He seized my ass, lifting my entire body up just enough to drag along his length, only to slam me back down.

Over and over. He was using my body to fuck himself, treating me like a vessel forced to take every inch on his terms. The base of his cock ground relentlessly against my clit with each downward strike. My nails gouged his shoulders, breaking the skin until warm blood slicked my fingertips as the tension coiled in my stomach to a breaking point. I couldn’t even breathe as the orgasm crashed through my nerves. My head fell back, exposing my throat as a ragged scream ripped past my lips.

Milking him in rapid spasms, my pussy drove him over the edge. He grabbed the back of my head and buried his face in my throat. His teeth sank deep into my flesh. The sharp agony of his bite cut through the blinding haze of my pleasure just as his hips locked. He bit down hard enough to draw blood, imprinting his teeth into my skin as he flooded my insides with pulsing surges of hot cum.

Before the aftershocks even faded, his grip shifted. He lifted me off his cock and let my limp body slide down his legs. My knees hit the stone floor with a dull thud. I couldn't even keep my back straight. I knelt at his feet, gasping for air, while cum dripped down my inner thighs.

He leaned back on the throne, his demonic eyes glowing in the dark, his cock still hard and slick.

“Suck,” he commanded.

I bent toward him, parting my lips, and took him into my mouth.

“Take it deeper,” he rasped. His hand twisted into my hair, forcing me down until the tip of his shaft, smeared with my juices and his fresh cum, hit the back of my throat. “Now swallow around my cock.”

I obeyed, choking on his thick flesh as I took him as deep as I could.

“Put your fingers into your cunt,” he ordered, his tone deadly calm. “Coat them in my seed and fuck yourself.”

I had never touched myself for anyone. But under his command, I felt completely laid bare, and wild. I reached down, my trembling fingers finding the soaked folds between my thighs. I was swollen and aching, overflowing with him. I plunged two fingers into my pussy. A muffled whimper vibrated against his cock as I began to pump them inside myself.

The deep stretch of my fingers paired with the fullness in my throat broke whatever was left of my pride. I looked up through my lashes. Daeren was watching me with predatory stillness. His eyes tracked every dirty movement of my hand. The sheer humiliation of fingering myself like a desperate whore on the floor of his throne room while I sucked him was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt.

“Yeah, just like that,” he growled. His hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back just a fraction to force him even deeper down my throat. “Stretch your cunt for me, while you are choking on my cock.”

I keened around him while driving my fingers in faster, fucking myself with relentless, sloppy thrusts. The obscene sound of my hand slapping against my folds echoed in the chamber, syncing with the rhythm of my mouth working over his flesh. I was suffocating on him, drowning in the taste of ash and power, and I never wanted it to stop.