Page 109 of Ash and Poison

But I didn’t stop as I carved D just below the left side of the tattooed wing. Blood pooled around in a sharp line, and he winced and groaned, his eyes hazy and filled with lust.

“Diya.”

I softly pressed a towel against the blood before tracing I next to it, but this time, I just let the blade graze his skin, not cutting, before tracing Y and A.

He jerked, his body seeking, his fingers twitching.

“I want to touch you.”

“No.”

I put the knife away, pressing a kiss to his throat, before pulling his pants down.

My breath snagged when I saw the look in his eyes. I undressed and straddled him, slowly taking him in. He moved beneath me, guiding me in and out.

“Shit. I…”

“I know,” I said. “It feels so fucking good.” I moved faster, making him moan. His fingers curled around the sheet, as mine went to his throat.

“Diya, I’m about to come. Fuck.” He slammed his hands against the mattress, trying to get me off of him. “I… Foxglove?” he said, shaking his head.

I chuckled.

His teeth sank into his lips as he closed his eyes.

“Should I stop?”

His body strained against mine, burning for release.

“No? Oh shit, I-I don’t think I can… fuck, Diya, I want…”

I closed my eyes, moving faster. He dug his fingers into my hips, gasping, begging.

My body tightened around him, and his fingers trailed down, finding my clit.

“If you don’t come now, Diya…” he gasped, biting his lips. “Fuck.” He whimpered when I chuckled. “It’s not funny.” His jaw clenched as he looked up at me, eyes wide, desperate. I bit back my laughter.

“Don’t worry about me. You can come if you want to.”

“Fuck. I’ll kill myself if I climax before you.”

“It’s not that serious, Asher. It happens when…”

“Stop being a psychiatrist when you’re riding my cock,” he grunted, and I laughed. He took a breath before he flipped us around. His muscles tightened as he pushed my knees apart. “I refuse to come before you do.”

“I appreciate your fervor, but you…”

“Hush. I’m trying to concentrate.”

His thumb grazed my right nipple before his lips closed over it. I sucked in a deep breath as he swirled his tongue around, and his teeth grazed my breast, and my body tightened.

“Hey, Little Poison…” He looked at me, eyes burning. “I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you, and I’m sure I’ll never want anyone else like this, even after this is over.” His voice was soft, his eyes softer as he trailed his fingers lower, flicking it against my clit. “Now, my darling, now…”

He moved faster and faster, even as his finger against my clit somehow remained soft.

“Scream my name when you come.” He pulled out before he thrust in and the pieces in me that had been once broken came together in a marvelous abstract of colors. Everything turned dark, except Asher Maddox. I gasped, and then I came, screaming his name, the orgasm breaking over me like a flood.

He stayed there, his eyes never leaving me as he watched me drown.