Page 36 of Ashborne Forged

She gasped and tensed, pulsing around my fingers as I caught her eyes, the question looming in the bond.

“St-still like it!” she whispered.

I couldn’t stop the smile. Still touching her, teasing, rubbing, mentally noting anything that made her tighten on my fingers, I braced the other hand on the bed and lowered myself back to the other breast this time, sucking again until I felt her hips buck. Then grazing with my teeth, flicking with my tongue, until she twitched, and tightened around my fingers.

She kept up small, gasping affirmations through it all, and her body responded. But I knew she was eager to please—and she needed to trust me. Not blindly. Not because her heart was good and willing to risk herself. But because I proved myself to her.

So, I tested her.

Nipping first, I closed my teeth on her nipple, pinching it.

Her breath caught, but she clenched again, twitching when I flicked that little rivet with my tongue.

Then I bit harder, and she gave a little cry.

Then harder again.

My heart began to pound when she didn’t struggle, and I almost reminded her. But just I began to bite with such force I feared I’d break the skin, she slapped a hand to my shoulder.

“D-douse the—tend the fire—”

She sucked in, but I had already released her, bracing on my free hand, body rigid with want and fiery arousal, gasping because the sight of her was stunning. She’d instinctively clapped a forearm over her breast, but her eyes were wide, and her cheeks pink. Her hair, already messy from the flight, was now falling out of the braid because she writhed with such force on the bed.

I stroked her again, using my thumb this time, and her jaw dropped, as her eyes searched mine. I smiled at her, nodding, letting her feel my arousal and my approval in the bond.

‘Very good girl.’

Her lashes fluttered, and she sucked in like she’d speak, but I dropped my head to the other breast, laving, sucking, enjoying her trembling, then biting, slowly increasing the pressure, until she stopped me once more—quicker this time, I noted.

And this time, I released her only to kiss her, deeply. Roughly. Demanding.

‘Never hesitate. The moment you want relief. The moment you need it to stop. Always tell me. I’ll cease. Every time.’

She nodded into the kiss, one trembling hand tangling in my hair and gripping it in her little fist when I inserted a second finger, and began to beckon her forward.

“Oh… Voski, I—”

She cut herself off, swallowing convulsively. I lifted my head to meet eyes with her and search her—and the bond—for what had stopped her.

“Tell me,” I rasped.

She swallowed again. “I want you,” she panted. “I want you… inside me.”

Holy shit. The roar of arousal, of sheer need, threatened to scour my sanity.

With a low groan, I dropped to kiss her again, and removed my hand. She whimpered a complaint, but I used that hand to cup under her knee, and pull it higher, toward her chest, dropping my hips now to press myself against her—and when the hardest part of me drew over that precious bundle of nerves, she bucked, gasping.

Again. Again.

She trembled now, her entire body shaking, and her need clanging in the bond. I’d intended to wait longer, to draw this out further, but I couldn’t.

Pulling her knee up, I slipped it over my elbow, opening her wide as I pressed her into the bed with my weight. Her eyes slid closed, and I almost demanded that she open them. Instead, when she broke the kiss and dropped her chin, rolling her hips in an attempt to take me, I grasped the back of her hair, and tugged her head back to watch as I entered those slick, hot depths with a single, slow stroke.

And she was so ready, she took me all the way to the hilt.

Her eyes flew open and her chin dropped back, her head pressing my hand into the mattress as she cried out and her hand clapped to my shoulder.

Shuddering, I withdrew slowly, unbreathing, felt her pulse on me, then plunged into her again, and she gasped my name.