Page 170 of As Above, So Below

With a desperate haste, my hands free him of his pants, flinging them across the room. They find a new home somewhere on the floor, as the broad tip of his cock nudges between my legs. My eyes dart between us and my breath hitches in my chest at the sight of him.

It slips in the slickness, and he reaches down to guide himself in. I can’t tear my eyes away. Hellfire erupts within me, threatening to turn me into ash as I pant against him, nipping at his bottom lip as he eases himself in. Pulling his hips, I try to force him deeper, but he resists.

He wants to control this.

He wants to torture me.

It’s the sweetest kind of torture.

Ryc presses his forehead against mine, his body trembling with his own burning and consuming want. His eyes open, locking with mine as he pushes a little further, before retreating nearly to the tip.

I’m going to shatter like stardust.

Good gods, I can’t take my eyes away from his. The molten gold that I would willingly drown in. With a flex of his hips, he pushes deeper and my eyes flutter closed.

“No,” He breathes, placing a soft kiss upon my lips as he withdraws. “Eyes on me, little demon. I want to watch you come undone,” he orders, his voice deep.

Forcing my eyes open, I frame his face with my hands. My eyes linger on his kiss-swollen lips before traveling up to the gaze that cuts through my soul.

And I obey.

I keep my eyes on him.

Retreating and advancing, Ryc fills me.

A decadent and sinful sensation that I want to never forget and always feel. He withdraws, a long movement this time. He was nearly all the way in, the anticipation of his next thrust ripples through me.

I raise my hips to meet his final, mighty push, taking him to his hilt, holding his stare. Moaning against him, the sensation of him fully seated steals the breath from my lungs. He groans and the sound is my undoing. Wrapping my legs around his back, my hips angle themselves to take him even deeper. My nails dig into his back with a pain-coated encouragement.

Good gods, it isn’t enough.

I want him roaring.

I want him as lost in pleasure as I am.

Rolling my hips in time with his thrusts, he groans again and his hand travels to my hip. He sets the pace, one that I match with fervor. He begins to thrust harder, faster, as I rake my nails down into his shoulders.

My climax crashes upon me, and Ryc’s head dips, biting my shoulder, piercing the skin. The mix of pleasure with delicious pain sends me soaring even higher, my head thrown back as I voice my ecstasy with a scream.

He’s going to make me wake the whole of Ollora.

Iwantto wake the whole of Ollora.

“Fuck,” he growls into my shoulder, releasing a long, fractured breath.

Ryc’s thrusting grows wild and hard as I continue to ride the waves of my climax, his hips slamming into mine. His groans turn into a rough, shouted release as he spills into me. He rests his forehead against my cheek, his whole body trembling. Leaning into him, my hands knead into his back as we pant in synchronized breaths, my heart a pounding mess in my chest.

He lifts his head, our eyes meeting as he runs his nose along mine.

“You’re going to destroy me, little demon,” he breathes, giving me a reminding drive that pulls a moan from me.

He chuckles, a low rumbling sound, as he flexes his hips in slow, lazy thrusts.

He’s already destroyed me.

He destroyed me the night we met on the battlefield.

My entire existence changed following that night, following him. I spent countless hours wondering about the dark-haired fae who’d been able to see me through the veil.