Page 275 of Ashen Torment

I stop completely and I stay motionless inside him, staring.

His eyes are glassy, his face flushed with heat, and his lips are swollen, nearly bruised from biting. I stroke his face, following the line of his taut jaw.

“Did you hear me—”

I lean down and kiss him, sucking on those damned, bruised lips that do nothing but spit poison.

Then I slide my hands down his sides to his thighs, I caress them slowly, feeling the rigid musculature. He is nearly breathless, he pulls back sharply to catch his air and glares at me with a hatred that radiates desire from every pore. I move my hands from his thighs to his cock, which stands erect and tense between us. I graze it with just the tips of my fingers, a light touch that makes him jolt.

“We are doing this because you are just as desperate as I am,” I murmur, watching his throat jump as he swallows with difficulty.

I seize one of his hands, interlacing my fingers with his.

“Stop fighting it.”

He yanks at his hand, trying to free his fingers from my grip, but I squeeze tighter and pin it to the mattress.

Without giving him time to catch his breath, I drive my cock into him with a sharp, violent thrust of my hips.

“Try to pull away again and I’ll make it even worse. Stay still,” I rumble against his ear.

“Fuck... yes—right there...”

He reaches his free hand toward his own length and begins to stroke himself frantically.

“Is this not enough for you, Viscount? Do you want me even deeper?”

“Speak.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Say something in that fucking language of yours.”