Chapter Fifty-Eight #2
“Good girl,” he drawled through a wicked, devious smirk before sinking a finger into me.
If I’d thought he were trying before, I knew nothing.
He added another finger, crooking them within me just enough that the slow pressure building intensified and hastened.
His tongue lashed me like a man after his last meal.
“Come for me. I want to see you fall apart like this.” The pressure in my core coiled tighter, tighter, until it shattered, sending me somewhere where sound and sight faltered, somewhere thought didn’t exist. My lips parted on some semblance of his name, every bit as reverent as he’d suggested earlier as my release found me.
“Oh, little shadow. I’m not done with you yet. ”
He pulled my leg over his shoulder before pressing himself against my entrance. “If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
I shouldn’t want this. But here I was, dying for it, desperate and needy, and not nearly as afraid as I should be.
I clawed at him. “Yes, I want this,” I admitted, breaking down our final barrier.
He easing himself in at last. He stretched me, my head pressing into the mattress below to cope with his size.
“Fuck, Ash,” I hissed between clenched teeth. His forehead dropped to mine, monitoring my face.
“You can take it, I promise.” Every few seconds he’d slide in a little more, pleasure spiking with a nip of pain threatening to drive me to the brink of insanity.
His hand came up to thrum that now hypersensitive nub of flesh, sending sparks behind my eyes.
I hissed as he slid the rest of the way home, sheathing himself entirely. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He waited for my body to adjust to his size, the sting of the stretch fading away to a burning need.
I rocked my body against him, my breath hitching, my head falling back again at the pressure.
He didn’t hesitate. His hips began to move, and I found myself going from clinging to the sheets as if they were all that kept me grounded, to clinging to him as he pistoned within me, stoking that rising pressure again.
“Faster, Ash,” I pleaded for more. He chuckled in my ear.
“I’m trying so hard to be gentle and you’re trying to undo me.”
“I don't need gentle." I urged him. "I need to see you undone. So show me. No more restraint.”
His eyes darkened as he heeded my command.
Sinking deeper onto the mattress, readjusting my leg over his shoulder to get even deeper, he began to drive into me with earth-shattering force.
If I’d thought he’d been fucking me before, he now showed me how wrong I was.
With every thrust he had me sliding backwards.
“Brace yourself on the headboard. And don’t let go,” he ground out, not stopping. I followed his demand, my hands coming up to grasp the wooden spindles to keep my body from retreating, taking everything he had to give me. “Fuck, you take orders so well for someone with such a sharp tongue.”
I cried out when he hit that perfect spot so deep within me.
I know when we came down from this high, I’d want to leave this house and never come back for all the noise we were making, myself especially, but right now I couldn’t find it in me to care.
My release found me loudly, his name on my tongue, my nails scratching into his shoulder.
“It’s your turn, Ash. Come for me now. I want to watch you break for me.
” His thrusts got even more savage, a feral edge to them pushing me to my breaking point.
His face dropped to my neck, his breath coming in short, quick pants between kisses he planted there.
It was only a heartbeat later that his own release found him with my name on his lips.
His lips grated over mine with a sweetness in direct opposition to the last few minutes. “I had no idea that tongue could be anything other than sharp. Good to know you actually do take orders well.”
The smile I gave him was almost sweet even as I struggled to find my breath. “My tongue has a few surprises you may find yourself interested in at a later time.”
He groaned, sliding out of me and leaving me empty. “Fuck, Fallyn. With everything I’ve survived, I think that you will be the one to do me in at last.”
My eyebrow quirked. “My goal all along.”
He rolled over onto his elbow to face me with a wicked grin. “This is much more enjoyable way to bring me to my knees than that knife you held to my neck. If you want to undo me in this way, I’m not entirely sure I could complain.”
There was a silence between us that stretched too long to be considered comfortable.
“Thanks for the stress release,” I said before turning my back to him and settling back for the night.
I kept waiting for the tension between us, the heaviness in my chest to have cleaved, but it crackled in the air the same as before.
I had felt the shift before when he revealed his true form to me from something guarded to something softer against my will.
Something warm. Every instinct still screamed at me against it in warning, even as his hooks dug deeper into my skin.
I couldn’t tell if I was being foolish, or if what flared in his eyes was genuine.
Hades take me, I hoped it was, because if all of this was using me mercilessly to break the curse, I doubted my broken pieces would ever find themselves back together again. “Goodnight.”
Ash didn’t miss a beat. Turning onto his back, he responded in an almost singsong voice, “Nighty night, little shadow. Don’t let Hades bite.”