Chapter 16
The searing pain of a stretch I hadn’t been prepared for turned into something more akin to sparks of a flame I didn’t know existed.
He filled me in places I didn’t know were empty.
It wasn’t just the physical. It was a level beyond that, warmth spreading through my body, carried by lightning bursts of pleasure.
Ace may have been a possessive bastard when it came to me, but right now something possessed him. The compulsion drove his hips, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. He didn’t slow, he didn’t gentle, he just claimed.
He fucked.
The sounds torn from somewhere in my throat should have been embarrassing but somehow weren’t.
“Ace! Fuck, it’s—it’s—” Couldn’t finish. The thought lost into the ether of ecstasy.
“Fucking take it, Eve,” he grunted. “Take what’s been waiting for you.”
His hand grabbed my thigh, the one with his mark, and lifted it until my knee was up against my ribs.
The new position opened up an invisible path inside me, a secret route only he knew how to get to, granting him VIP access to some sacred place.
His cock hammered deeper, the pointed tip of him seeking to strike down a locked door inside me. And fuck if I didn’t want him to.
Heat built between our bodies, slicking over our skin, soaking the sheets.
He swallowed down gasps and unapologetically continued to buck into me. My own hips sought him out, something stirring inside me that I couldn’t put a name to.
He didn’t even flinch as my nails drew angry red lines over his pectoral muscles. I needed an anchor, something to ground me when I felt like pleasure could rip me from this existence and into another.
“A-Ace,” I rasped his name.
My lips parted again to beg? Scream? I had no idea anymore. Instead of sound coming out, the noises died in my throat when his hand clamped down around it. Not squeezing hard enough to cut off air, but a firm reminder of who his Little Spade belonged to.
Staring up at him, red hurricanes churned within the liquid jade of his eyes. Control was a luxury that even he struggled to afford in that moment, not that he’d admit it.
His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of my thigh with disregard for the bruises that would show up tomorrow.
Something inside me felt fragile in the way that shadows were easily vanquished when exposed by the break of dawn. My whole body trembled with the effort to keep a steady hold on solid ground when all I could feel was the crackle of pressure.
Ace’s body must have felt it too, whatever ‘it’ was.
His movements stuttered, the smooth movements turning wild with desperation.
When he dipped his head to drag his mouth along my neck, the hand on my throat slid up to cup my jaw.
Turning my head, he exposed the column of my neck and the frantic pulse just beneath the surface.
“Your cunt was made for my fucking cock. You’re fucking choking my dick. Tell me whose cock is ruining you, Eve. I want to hear you say it. Scream it for me.”
His demands were rough, spoken with an intensity that bordered on insanity. His mouth descending on my flesh, he licked a stripe up the hollow of my throat.
The buildup grew increasingly overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold back another moment. Letting go felt like breaking, free-falling into a place that brought both relief and terror that I might not ever recover from.
It was like a mirror of my former self shattered under whatever he unlocked inside me. Shards of various reflections of who I thought I was carried bits of me that multiplied who I actually was instead of breaking my identity.
Wordless screams filled the air until I made myself hoarse. My hips jerked against him, needing to feel the ridges of his cock bury deeper into me. There was nothing graceful about my fall, but it was raw and honest.
“Barnabel! Shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop now, don’t stop ever.” The requests were illogical, I knew they were, but I needed to demand him now anyway.
He didn’t stop. He continued to use his cock to keep me afloat in a hazy state of bliss. There was something else about the shifting sensations in me that I found unexpected. Fatigue melted into something stronger, something energizing.
The connection between us pulsed with an energy that stirred a part of my demon that I didn’t recognize. It felt like I was soaking him in with every plunging invasion of his length.
Static buzzed in my veins.
Voices echoed in my ears.
Blood boiled to a scalding temperature beneath the surface.
Whatever scales had tipped within me, with my powers, it created a startling clarity of something dangerous being exchanged between us. He wasn’t just giving me pleasure; there was something more primordial to it that I couldn’t explain.
The loss of my virginity was the gain of something darker, something powerful.
Panting against my breast, Ace’s noises sounded animalistic as he mouthed at my nipple. Every groan he made disrupted the contact. Teeth grazed the stiffened peak, heated breaths warmed my skin, and he never let up in his rhythm.
Over the curve of his shoulder, I could see his runes pulsing with energy. The blazing crimson burned brightly, scorching my palms as I grabbed onto his back.
“I can’t—something’s not—too much!” My words tripped over themselves in my mouth. A pressure inside me swelled to a breaking point.
Despite my lack of verbal communication skills at this point, Ace seemed to understand. His hand dipped down to my clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud until I couldn’t see straight.
The tipping point was explosive, soul-wracking, and fragments of my identity shattered into millions of pieces that would never fit together again after this, after him.
A scream filled the room as my body shook—my scream.
My cunt’s walls clamped down on his cock. The sensation of all his ridges and bulging veins only amplified the freefall of blinding ecstasy inside me.
My vision burst into colors that didn’t have names.
Distantly, I registered Ace’s roar as his dick slammed into me with savage intensity bordering on violence. A warmth filled me, marking me from the inside out with his seed.
Still gasping for any semblance of oxygen, vision blurred from this unholy coupling that felt significant enough for the ages.
Ace collapsed on top of me, his entire body trembling with the struggle to support himself and keep from crushing me. I’d not yet seen him that way—disheveled and wrecked, strands of his dark hair perfect in their imperfect state.
Only the sounds of our breaths filled the room for what felt like an eternity that stretched beyond its limits.
Minute after minute, my body grew heavier as I melted back into the mattress. All tension in my limbs dissipated into a state of complete satiety. Despite my fingers having gone numb, they threaded through his hair with lingering contentment.
One quiet grunt and Ace was pulling back slightly, hissing as his still swollen cock slid out of me.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” he said while staring at his own dick.
Both my brows lifted in disbelief at the statement of awe.
“Excuse me?” What was I, Avaritian Oysters? Shriveled and ugly appetizers commonly ordered by cannibalistic ghouls and served with a grey-looking aioli. Ghoul testicles with fancy mayo, rebranded for the upper crust.
He reached over and gripped my chin, his hold still unsteady.
“Your blood staining my cock. Knowing that all of you will always be mine. That makes you fucking beautiful, Genevieve.”
The admission seemed to cost him, his tan losing a bit of its healthy glow, and his body slick with sweat. Those runes that had been bright with energy flickered like a guttering candle.
Before I could evaluate further, he sat back on his haunches, and that damn ace of spades he always carried seemed to appear out of thin air.
Cradling his dick in one hand like it was something precious, he dragged the card along its slick surface.
In several swipes, the surface wore the stain of my virgin blood.
“Now you’re not just my Little Spade, but my Lucky Spade too.” He weakly smiled, his words faltering in their certainty.
My concern trumped the grotesque and warped trophy he held in his hand. I propped myself up on my elbows, still feeling weak myself.
“Are you okay?” I shouldn’t have cared, maybe I didn’t.
All he did was scoff, words never slipping free despite his mouth opening to respond. Instead, he swayed, his eyes rolling before he tilted. His body fell forward, my hands coming up to brace against the impact, but they did little against his bulk.
An alarmed shriek escaped me as our bodies collided. He was nothing but dead weight, crushing me.
“Ace?!” I strained even to speak, pushing against him was futile.
He was out cold, unmoving.
A thought occurred to me. Had fucking me been his dying wish? Was his life now complete?
I should have been honored. But I’d have been more honored not to be squished to my own death in the process.
In a flurry of panic, I continued squirming and shoving against what felt like several tons of muscle and ego.
Just as quickly as the dread had set in, something shifted and unlocked inside me. My precognition roared to vivid new heights, exploding with imagery across my mind’s eyes. Visions flickered with events not just seconds into the future, but hours and days.
It stole my breath from me as all the sights flooded my head too quickly to fully process, but there, nonetheless.
In particular, what stood out the most was Ace standing in his living room, alive and proud.
Asshole survived scaring me half into my grave and dared to look smug about it later?
My hand slapped his bare shoulder several times from sheer frustration.
“Wake. Up.” The demand snarled between clenched teeth. Not just a demand, a summoning that scorched through my veins. It spread like wildfire, originating in the palms of my hands and shooting up both arms.
Shifting my gaze, I froze at the sight of markings lighting up all over my limbs. Markings that had never existed before but mimicked the runes on Ace’s body.
Energy hammered harder than the pulse in my throat. Flashes of heat emanating from the marrow of my bones sent jolts through my body with each flare.
On one particularly vicious surge, I shoved at Ace’s limp body. This time, a strength that I didn’t know I possessed sent him rolling off me with enough force to send him barreling over the edge of the mattress. His body hit the floor with a thud.
Just like that, the power and blistering heat receded. I scrambled to the side of the bed, looking down at where he had landed. He was stirring faintly now, brows creasing together from either confusion or pain from the rough landing.
I said his name again, this time with less panic and more concern.
“Ace, can you hear me? Are you alright?”
A deep groan echoed from his chest, followed by a raspy cough. One hand settled on his chest like a man recovering from a heart attack, and the other covered his dick like a man bracing for impact or ensuring it still existed. With Ace, I ventured to guess it could have gone either way.
Time crept by where all I could do was wait, and all he could do was gather his bearings.
His eyes fluttered open, staring at me with confusion. For a split second, gone was the confident man who had decided to lay claim to my body. Then metaphysical walls slammed into place with startling clarity.
Before that, I hadn’t been able to see the aura of his abilities creating a shield around him. But they were shining as clear as the desert was dry.
He propped himself upright on one hand.
“What happened?” His voice was hoarse but even.
My eyes narrowed on him, wondering just how much he remembered.
Those mossy hues met my gaze briefly before drifting over the rest of my very naked body. His mouth tilted into a roguish smirk.
“Besides making my Little Spade beg for my cock like a bitch in heat.”
I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for assaulting his face with a pillow. Multiple times.
Seven to be exact.