Page 277 of Ashen Torment

“Too much... too f-fucking much...”

I shove one last time, crushing him against the sheets to feel every single spasm of his cock against my stomach.

“That’s it,” I pant. “Give me everything you have got, Dusha.”

I stay buried inside him, enjoying the way his muscles continue to twitch around me in the final shudders.

My body collapses against his, sweaty and burning; one of his hands buries itself in my hair, the other on my back, and I feel the heat of our shared pleasure.

A pleasure I know will not be quelled.

Evander’s breath still vibrates between his parted lips, rapid, inconsistent, an echo of what was just unleashed. His hands hesitate on my back, grazing my skin.

I don’t know if it is fear, need, or a remnant of shame.

“Dorian...”

“Dusha.”

I lift myself slightly over him, arms flexing on the sheets as my chest rises, feeling the heat of his body beneath mine.

I am still inside him.

And I have no intention of going anywhere else.

With a slow gesture, I bring a hand to his forehead, delicately moving the hair that falls over his eyes, and I tilt my head, forehead to forehead.

“Pozhaluysta... pover’ mne,” I whisper, “ya chuvstvuyu to zhe samoye.”1

1. “Please... believe me, I feel the same.”

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I Want More

Evander

Lying beneath him, I feel his weight crushing my chest. The mattress sinks, air remains short in my lungs.

His breath beats against my neck, his mouth sliding over my skin without haste, leaving damp marks that linger even when he moves.

He is still inside me.

I feel it every time his body settles, however imperceptibly.

“Why do you keep doing it?”

He doesn’t pull away, but he ceases to move.

“Doing what?”

I swallow, my throat burns.

“Saying things I cannot understand.”

His mouth tightens against my neck.

“Why say them,” I continue, “if I cannot comprehend them?”