Page 286 of Ashen Torment

My breath hitches as he explores inside. “Get what out?”

“Mayó syémya. My seed.”

The flush rises instantly to my cheeks, my neck, my ears.

“Lean against the wall,” he orders with a sharp breath.

My legs give way without resistance and I lean forward, pressing my hands against the cold surface.

The pressure increases, Dorian’s fingers inside me more insistent. I feel the heat consuming me and my body trembling against his grip. Then he inserts another finger. The stretch grows deeper.

“I must do this, otherwise you will be unwell.”

I grit my teeth, my length hardens despite everything.

“And...and what do you know? You have never done it.”

“I have never done it with a man.”

I turn my head and stare at him. “But with a woman, you have?”

Dorian lowers his gaze without answering.

Putain.

Fuck.

Fucking filthy bastard.

I turn toward the wall, feeling anger rise like a dull fire inside me. I bite my lips, trying to stifle every groan. His breath clings to my ear, hot, ragged. I reach a hand behind me, nails digging into Dorian’s forearm. I feel his body jolt, a deep gasp vibrating against my back. His thigh presses against mine, rigid. Every movement of his fingers inside me makes my entire body tremble.

Just as the pleasure seizes me with force, right when I am about to break, Dorian withdraws his fingers.

I remain suspended for a moment, then turn toward him. He shows me his hands, glistening, wet with the same fluid that slides drop by drop between my legs. I stare at his hands, his chest still heaving from the denied orgasm.