Page 273 of Ashen Torment

“I am not obligated to look at you,” he mumbles.

A cold shiver runs through my chest.

“Why don’t you want to look at me?”

My breath trembles at what I see before me: large, clear eyes, a flush on his cheeks.

Is he embarrassed?

The rage dissolves like smoke scattered by the wind, leaving room for a strange guilt. I let him go, just barely, and lean over him, whispering into his ear.

“Look at me, Evander. I want to see how your eyes change as I take you, because I won’t let you pretend you aren’t here with me.”

He flinches.

“I don’t want to look at you.”

I grit my teeth, feeling my jaw tighten until it aches as rage and desire collide. My hands claw at his hips, and with a sharp, graceless yank, I flip him over on the mattress.

He hits the sheets on his back, his black hair spilling out. His fingers snap up, clawing at my throat in a sudden vice, he presses his thumb against my trachea, squeezing until my breath hitches and my blood begins to hammer furiously against his palm.

He is choking me, and I let him, savoring the taste of his violence.

I bury my fingers in his dark locks, winding them around my knuckles and pulling back decisively until his neck arches. I pin him there, forcing his eyes to remain locked on mine, refusing to let him flee the reality of what is about to happen.

“Dusha, do not push me away.”

I begin to slide inside him. Slowly.

Fuck—

His pupils dilate, the red burning in his cheeks deepening. I feel his warm grip welcoming every inch of me, and his body curves against mine, yielding, burning, fragile.

Polnost’yu moy. Totally mine.

“Bastard...”

The hands at my throat loosen.

I begin to move slowly, I want to prolong this torment until the last breath. His body jolts with every entry.

“Are you alright?” I murmur between thrusts.

His hands seize my arms with force.

“Evander, look at me.”

His clouded eyes lift to mine.

“Is it okay?” I rasp, the rhythm of my thrusts accelerating, more purposeful, deeper.

Hell, I cannot...

He bites his lip, lowering his gaze; I crush myself against him, and his hands abandon my throat, sliding away. I sink my teeth into a nipple as I drive into him even deeper, filling every remaining space between our bodies until I feel his flesh tighten around mine.

“Fuck—you are so deep...”

“Does it feel good?”