Chapter 18
Ambrose tore the dress from Lila as soon as the words spilled from her lips. Good riddance. She’d have to make sure to destroy it later.
He reached a hand behind her neck, and pulled her to him, kissing her for the first time since seeing her again. And he wasted no time, dipping his tongue into her mouth and swirling it with hers, driving the hungry need that had been building inside of her. He drank her in, desperate, needy, and it fueled her to do the same. She bit his lips, sucked his tongue into her mouth, as warmth bubbled between her legs, as though she were boiling from the inside.
As they kissed, she felt his size shift, his lips and tongue and teeth fitting her mouth, and he rose to his feet, the leathery wings at his back disappeared. He’d shifted back into his human form.
But before she could throw her arms around him, he pulled her to the ground and flipped her onto her stomach. Ambrose’s hand tightened on the back of her neck as he pushed her farther down into the mud and hiked her hips up with his free hand. He caressed her ass for a moment and then his fingers were at her entrance in less than a heartbeat as he had her fully displayed before him.
“Fuck. Look at you,” he praised, rubbing her lips between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ve dreamt about this pussy every fucking night.”
He slipped a finger inside of her and it was like a dam burst in her chest as a moan rocked through her body. She didn’t know how badly she’d needed him all this time, but now her body was fully aware.
More. She needed more.
As if on cue, he slipped another finger inside of her and her hips rocked against them, forcing them deeper.
“So fucking needy, love.”
“For you, yes,” she moaned.
As Ambrose hovered over her, she felt soft kisses run down her back, where the lashes still burned. And as he pumped his hand into her, she felt the dichotomy of the gentle kisses and the rough finger fuck rock her to her core.
“I need you,” she breathed, and Ambrose immediately pulled his fingers from her—leaving her missing the pressure—and straightened.
She tilted her head back to see him as he shimmied out of his pants, tossing them to where her coat lay. His hard cock immediately made Lila’s mouth water and core drench. She was ready for him.
But as he caught her watching, he smirked, and slapped her ass so hard, it brought tears to her eyes.
Then he did it again.
“Ambrose!” she moaned.
“This is mine to smack. Mine to bite. Mine to fuck.” He bit her cheek then, and eased a finger slick from her pussy into her ass. It was tight and uncomfortable but the pressure had her near buckling. Then he pulled out again, and slapped her pussy. It nearly made her convulse as the sharp sting struck against her needy clit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Yours. All yours. Use me,” she repeated. She wanted to be his, she wanted the monster of Malvania to fuck her till he came all over her, claiming every aspect of her being.
Ambrose pressed the head of his hard cock against her folds, sliding against her, up and down.
“It feels like you’re splitting me in half,” she breathed as another slow drag pulled his cock from her hole to her clit, where he paused.
“Grind your pussy on me. Show me how much you want this.”
Lila wanted his cock inside of her so bad, she’d do anything. She grinded her hips back and forth against him, feeling every vein on her pulsing bud, she lingered on his head, driving herself into it.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
He pulled away from her, and then repositioned at her entrance.
The anticipation was nearly choking Lila. She couldn’t wait to feel him, to have him, to—
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” he breathed, and it was so soft and strained, she knew he didn’t actually want to ask her. He wanted to fuck her just as badly, and she was sure denying him now would kill him, as it would her. But this was why she loved him. And if he could only see what she saw, he’d know he wasn’t a monster at all. No matter how much control he may lose, her safety and comfort still came first.
“I love you, Ambrose Draven. Now, let the monster out and fuck me till I can’t stand straight.”
He smirked against her ear. “Oh, love. I’ll fuck you till you simply can’t stand.”
Ambrose plunged into her.
Lila screamed as he pushed his head into her, stretching her with each small thrust as she tensed around him, her inner walls felt like they were squeezing around him, fighting him to stay back. It was unlike anything she had felt, unlike filling herself with her fingers, his fingers, unlike grinding the stake.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she gasped.
“You’re taking me so well, love,” he groaned out. “You’re doing so good. Just relax, a little bit more, and I’ll be able to fit inside.” Lila took a deep breath as Ambrose circled her clit. Then he went just a little deeper, thrusting back and forth until she squeezed around him.
He chuckled as he grabbed her ass. “My Little Crow is so fucking needy. I love it. I love you.” He pushed into her again. “And lords, you’re so tight and hot. You feel so fucking good around my cock—and you’ve only taken the head.”
He filled her so much more than she’d ever imagined. She had never felt anything this good, despite the sliver of pain, in her life.
Ambrose’s praise had her rocking back against his cock, taking him a little deeper. He was thrusting slowly, mixing that fleeting pain into nothing but pleasure, when he met a sharp resistance. Slowly, he pushed past it, and Lila inhaled at the sharp pain.
Ambrose immediately paused, stiffening.
But she needed him to keep going, not to stop. “What—”
“You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. “Or, you were until just now.”
Then . . . Hektor didn’t rape her. A weight lifted and she released a breath from deep in her lungs that she’d been holding onto since the collar. It was hers to give.
It was hers. And she knew just what to do with it.
“It’s-it’s yours. Take it. Take me.”
Ambrose didn’t respond, instead, he pulled himself from her, leaving her feeling empty with need and desire. She wanted him to continue filling her up, to explore parts of her that had never been touched, wanted—
“Fuck, you’re a virgin. For me.” His voice was so hoarse and gravelly, it nearly sounded like it would break.
He lowered himself behind her, and pulled her hips back toward his face. Immediately his tongue dove inside of her and a violent moan escaped her. “Your blood—” he breathed. “You’re bleeding for me.” Ambrose pushed his tongue inside of her again, lapping at her pussy, fucking her with his tongue instead of his cock.
“Ah, Ambrose,” she tried to speak, to tell him that if he continued that, she’d finish before he got to fuck her again. But her words stopped all together as his tongue drove into her.
She felt the orgasm building in her belly, felt herself dripping down her thighs, on his face, and she knew it was about to happen. She felt his nose press against her rear, and his face smothered between her legs as his hot breath added to the incredible warmth already excluding between her thighs.
But just as her body grew taut, ready to burst, every muscle in her body stiffening, Ambrose sat up again and crawled over her, pushed her hips down to the ground, straddled her thighs, and then drove himself into her to the hilt.
Lila screamed so loud, she was sure Rebekkah would hear her, as he thrust into her, hard and fast. A moment of guilt flashed through her mind, but it felt too damn good to matter. She’d apologize to Bek later.
She’d given her virginity to Ambrose, the fullness so foreign to her, but lords, did she love every thrust, every twitch, every squeeze inside of her. His balls dragged on her upper thighs, and each thrust had him pushing into her ass cheeks. “Lords, you’re so fucking perfect.” Ambrose fucked her like her life depended on it. And right now, she thought it did. Her legs were squeezed together, and the new tightness of this position was pulling the breath from her lungs with each rock of his hips into her.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, just as he wrapped a hand around her throat, angling her face back to lock eyes with him. “Eyes on me, darling.”
Don’t stop, she pleaded through the Concord as her eyes nearly threatened to roll in the back of her head as she looked up at him. Please don’t stop.
Never.
His grip tightened around her neck just a bit and his gaze was unwavering. Ambrose watched her as he fucked into her so hard, Lila’s vision almost doubled. She could feel him so deep in this position, and it felt so damn good as he aggressively dove into her with each and every thrust, quickening his pace like a savage animal. Too good. She didn’t think she’d survive this orgasm. Her legs stiffened under him, toes straightening.
“Ambrose,” she moaned.
His hand at her throat tightened, constricting her already limited breath. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his eyes like shimmering rubies. His words were all the encouragement she needed.
She came all over his cock as it pumped into her, as she screamed his name into the night with his hand tight around her neck.
Ambrose timed each of his thrusts to her waves of ecstasy, slowing only as the earth-shattering orgasm ebbed.
When she could finally breathe again, he eased out of her and slapped his still-hard cock onto her ass.
He grunted, “So. Fucking. Perfect.”