Page 52 of Ashen Souls

“You want it buried deep inside your tight little cunt, don't you? I know you do.” His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me even tighter against his erection. “But I'd rather shove it down your throat.”

The crude promise shattered whatever pride I had left.

“Daeren... Please... let me touch you.”

His fist twisted into my hair, yanking my head back. The movement bared the long line of my neck just before his teeth sank hard into the flesh, biting down right beside the blood-darkened bruise. I gasped at the sting, my knees going weak.

“I’ve been waiting for that,” he rasped. “The moment you start begging for my cock.”

He hauled me backward off the stone, his massive hands sliding to my shoulders to spin me around and force me downward.

“On your knees,” he commanded. “Touch what you're starving for.”

I ran my hands over every hard plane of his abdomen, letting my tongue follow the exact same path. When I reached his pants, I shoved the zipper down. My hand slid inside, and I finally had him in my grip. Throbbing and monstrous.

I freed him, coaxing the heavy bulk of his shaft out into the open. Daeren’s hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, his chest expanding with a jagged inhale as his hips twitched toward my touch.

“Good girl.” He pushed his hips forward, pressing the blunt head firmly into my palm. “Yes… just like that. Take everything you've been fucking dying for.”

Dipping down, I dragged the flat of my tongue slowly over his head. My lips shaped around the tip to lick the wetness away, trailing a path down the entire length where every thick, pulsing vein stood out against the muscle. I kept my eyes locked on his the whole time, watching for the moment his control finally began to crack.

There was a dark thrill in teasing him, in playing with him. But starvation won out. My mouth opened, taking him in fully.

I started to suck, my hand sliding down to stroke the base in perfect tandem with my lips. He surged against my mouth, growing even harder, expanding until I was choking on his cock.

The rhythm built itself, fueled by a savage adrenaline. I could come just from the psychological high of it, just from the ragged shudder that racked his towering frame every single time my mouth moved over him.

I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him in with a vacuum that stripped away the last of his restraint.

Daeren took over the pace with a thrust that nearly knocked me backward. I had to grip the muscles of his ass just to keep myself steady.

His hand plunged into the spill of my hair. His fingers locked against my scalp with a ruthless grip, pinning me exactly where I belonged.

“Don't you dare stop.”

He fucked my mouth with a brutal rhythm. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, spilling hot down my cheeks as he drove himself relentlessly past my gag reflex. He thrust harder, deeper, the muscles of his thighs locking like iron beneath my hands.

A guttural sound tore its way out of his chest as his hips jerked forward, trapping me in place. His cum coated my throat in salt and musk. I swallowed all of it, refusing to let a single drop escape.

I pulled back, my tongue darting out to lick the dampness from my lips. I kept my stare fixed on him, refusing to look away from the consuming ownership blazing in his eyes.

Before I could catch my breath, Daeren’s hand clamped around my throat. He tilted my face up and crushed his mouth to mine. His tongue invaded past my teeth, dominating my own in a tangle that made it feel like he was trying to devour me alive.

“You swallowed me like you were made for it,” he gritted out against my swollen lips. “Do you have any fucking idea what you just provoked?”

His hands dug into my hips, hoisting me off the floor and slamming my ass down on the edge of the altar.

“Show me,” I breathed.

His thumb swiped across my lower lip, smearing the mess he’d just made. “It makes me want to tear you wide open and fuck you until you forget daylight even exists. And you're going to take every fucking inch.”

Daeren spread my knees apart, stepping between them, dragging the thick, blunt head of his cock up my cleft. He traced my entrance, coating himself in my wetness, refusing to give me what I needed.

“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, his voice vibrating against my collarbone as he ground his hips, stopping just short of entering me.

“I want you,” I gasped, my nails scoring blindly into the hard muscle of his shoulders. “Fill me. Now.”

A dark smirk carved into his features. His muscles locked, his hips drawing back to deliver that final thrust…