Page 268 of Ashen Torment

He stretches out on the bed, his back pressing into the pillows.

“I am not your Clara,” he adds, his gaze burning like embers beneath my hands.

I seize his face between my fingers. “Do not speak another name.”

He stares at me with those cursed eyes, lips tight, chin lifted slightly.

“You will speak no name but mine. Only mine. Is that clear?”

I release his face and slide his trousers off. The skin beneath is hot, taut.

My hand slides over his belly and stops at his hip, where the mole marks his flesh. I tilt my head and sink my teeth into the pale skin.

I feel him flinch, his flesh crawling beneath my mouth in an involuntary spasm. That tremor shakes me, while my cock pulses against my thigh.

I need to be inside him.

With a slow movement, I remove the last obstacle between us, that garment that still separates us. My eyes devour him, tracking every tremor that racks his muscles. The curve of his erection is taut, overbearing. His own flesh is screaming for me, even if his mouth stays shut. I nudge his legs apart, my breath shortening as I press my lips to the small mole on his inner right thigh.

“W-what are you doing?”

I descend slowly, my tongue heavy against the hot skin, until the mole reaches my lips.

“I’m going to taste every fucking inch of you.”

I take it between my lips and suck.

“I will have you so lost you won’t even know where you are,” I murmur. “Only that I am inside you.”

Evander’s hands desperately clutch at my hair.

“Stop talking.”

“Look at me,” I command, lifting my chin just enough to meet his eyes.

My fingers slide along his lower belly, caressing the dark, fine hair. I bring my mouth slowly to his length.

Knowing that he is watching me excites me even more.

He yanks my hair back, his face flushed, eyes incandescent.

“What are you trying to do, you pervert—”

The sound is choked out of him, dissolved by me as I take him into my mouth.

“Putain—” he gasps.

I release his cock for a few moments.

“Look at who is giving you this pleasure.”

I go down all the way, savoring his bitter taste. His hands sink into my hair, gripping me with force, yanking the strands as his back arches beneath me.

“Didn’t you want to see me on my knees?” I hum between a bite and a suck, my mouth tightening, teeth grazing the tip.

Evander’s body goes rigid, his legs fall wide, his back heaves off the bed. His erection presses against my throat, a silent, brutal command that ignites every nerve in my body.

I continue voraciously, saliva slicking my lips, the intense, pungent taste of him dominates me and pushes me beyond all control.