Chapter 47 #4
His claws scratch down my stomach, not hard enough to draw blood, but still sparking my skin.
“This will be painful, but I promise you, starling, you’ll be begging for more.” He shifts between my legs, his lips hovering mere inches from my slit.
Then his canines sink into my thigh, right over the artery pumping blood through my body. A sharp prick of pain jolts up my thigh, fire erupts through my veins, and my thoughts shatter. My hips buck into him, but a firm grip of his claws holds me against the mattress.
He groans against my flesh, pulling blood from the puncture. It’s agony beyond reason, but he’s right…every thought pinholes to one fucking word. One single syllable has me in a chokehold of visceral, animalistic pleasure.
More.
“Holy fucking hells.” My greedy tongue thrashes over my teeth.
Jace unleashes a growl, half demon half man, that vibrates against me, puckering my skin. I can’t bear this type of pain—this type of pleasure—world-ending and cataclysmic. They are one in the same as a second orgasm catches fire and builds.
One hand locks me in place, the other follows the curve of my abdomen up to my nipple—ultra sensitive and waiting. I jerk into him again when Jace circles it slowly, the dagger sharp tip of his claw igniting a tremor in my chest.
He takes my blood in deep, drawn out drags, like he savors every flavor, every taste.
My vision blurs and my bone-white grip on the comforter weakens.
His eyes shimmer with an all-consuming lust, but there’s a battle etched on his brow as his pulls from me deepen, then pull away, deepen then pull away.
I don’t demand him to stop, don’t plead for my life, even if my thoughts stagger toward panic. I’m entirely overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure crashing through me, drowning me in an all-consuming bliss.
He watches my eyes, waiting for the moment I’ve crossed my limit. When my eyelids flutter closed and the world starts to fade, only then does he release me. He tips his chin back, a trail of blood dripping from his lips—my blood. What should terrify me only sends me spiraling further into oblivion.
Then he fucking devours me. His tongue laps against my clit, sucking and swirling until I’m stiff and unraveling.
He’s ruthless in his rhythm, nipping at the swollen bud with his canine.
My throat tightens beyond breath, my thighs shake, and my back arches, pinning me at the perfect angle for him to plunge his tongue inside me even further.
“I’ll never tire of the taste of you,” he groans against me.
My body begs for relief, sweat glazes my skin, and every sense is wholly captivated by him.
He consumes me cell for cell, greedily feasting on my godsdamned soul.
My toes curl. My fists whiten. Fuck, I can’t breathe.
Jace steals the air from my lungs with every wicked curl of his perfect tongue.
His tongue dips into me, lapping up every trace of us intertwined.
“Mine,” he rumbles, nipping my slit with his canines.
“Yours!” A second orgasm crashes over me, wiping every thought until I’m mindless and empty. Who am I? I’ve forgotten. Jace consumes my very existence. Even when I’m thrashing and moaning and entirely unhinged, he refuses to let up.
With expert skill, he sucks in my clit again, building another orgasm in the lull of the second. The aftershocks of pleasure clip through me, ruthless and fierce.
I don’t stifle myself when I scream his name.
He is my end and my beginning, my nightmare in the shadows, my creature of darkness and death reborn. I am unequivocally, unapologetically, wholeheartedly his.
When my legs fall limp to the mattress and my whole damned body goes molten, only then does he stop. His lips pull from my clit with a pop, leaving my blazing sex exposed to the chill air .
Jace leans back on his thighs and rests his hands on either knee. He watches me, as still as stone, both my blood and arousal beading on his lips. His mouth curls into a satisfied smirk.
A moment of breath lingers between us, our eyes tethered by a mutual understanding. He pulled himself back, against every instinct.
“Are you okay, starling?” His voice is a culmination of nightmares as he swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, smudging the blood soaked arousal clean.
My body, my mind, everything melts into the mattress, limp and satisfied. Words are out of reach, so I nod in response. He laps at the leftover blood now painted in his hand and throws me a wicked grin.
Jace’s claws retract and the garnet-glint in his irises fade.
“I did warn you,” he says, a rough chuckle at the back of his throat.
“Indeed you did.” I return the smile.
He tucks me into his chest. My cheek fills the space between his shoulder and jaw. I lace my fingers through his and settle into him. This warmth is safe and peaceful. Strong and resolute. I plunged into the darkness, succumbed to the shadows, but now in his arms, all I feel is light.
“No more hiding, Jace Ashborne,” I whisper, my heavy eyes closing.
“No more running, Nova Lindwen.”