Page 30 of Blood Ties (City of Blood #1)
Elina
“I’m yours.” Bash whispers as he tightens his grip on my throat ever so slightly.
I can feel my pulse rapid under his thumb.
He rubs it reverently. Looking at his face, I catch sight of his fangs on display, causing me to shiver.
In return, he throws me a feral grin that shows almost all of his teeth.
Kissing me roughly, so hard my lips feel bruised, he grabs my knee and wraps it around his hip so only my toes touch the ground.
He's holding me up by my neck and leg, and I have never been more wet in my entire life.
Trying to take in as much of him as I can, I run my fingertips over his tattoos.
A large black bird spreads its wide wings from shoulder to shoulder, covering most of his chest. Swirls of black come over his collarbone and up the sides of his neck from his back.
His arms are covered from almost top to bottom in symbols, swirls, and a full sleeve of a city.
I kiss a few of the dark marks, deciding to ask him about them later.
Dropping to his knees in front of me again, he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and biting me, laving it with his tongue to soothe the sting.
Kissing a burning path down my body, he relaxes himself to the floor and puts the knee that was on his hip across his shoulder so I am bared to him.
He runs the tips of his fingers across the soft skin between my thighs, all the way through to the back.
I can hear him humming appreciatively at the wetness he finds there.
“Such a pretty pussy, so perfect.”
Dipping his head, his tongue darts out and lands pointedly on my clit.
The leg holding all my weight threatens to buckle but Bash lifts that one to his shoulder also, using the shower wall and his hands to hold me in place with my legs wrapped around his head.
He licks me smoothly, from opening to pubic bone, burying his face in me. I throw my head back and moan. Fuck.
“Fuck,” I gasp out.
I feel his chuckle against me and buck my hips.
He wraps his arms tighter around me so I can’t move, and starts licking, sucking, and biting my pussy like a man starving.
I feel the pressure of my impending orgasm start to build low in my belly.
It feels like I could come apart at any moment.
After another minute of his constant pressure on my clit, he slides 2 fingers deep inside me, touching that spot inside that only he can seem to magically find, like my body is a musical instrument and he’s its master.
Fucking me slowly with his fingers, I can feel my muscles starting to quiver under his ministrations.
I stay suspended right on the edge, feeling his worshipful movements.
My abdomen quivers in anticipation of my impending release, the need to come coursing through my veins as surely as my blood. I writhe and wiggle beneath his tongue, whimpering for release.
“Please, Bash!”
Releasing the torturous suction on my clit, he tilts his head back, gazing up at me from his worshipful position on his knees.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Tesoro?”
“I want to come, Bash. Please,” I keen, leaning my head back against the tiles, feeling him adjust a little before diving back between my thighs.
His fingers moving inside me become more insistent and set a steady pace of pressing against me, him attaching his mouth to my clit again, sucking hard while pressing the tip of his tongue against me.
My legs shakes where they are wrapped around his ears.
“Yes, baby, come for me. Let me taste it. I can’t wait.
” His words are enough to push me right to the edge.
I start panting and moving my hips so he fucks me faster.
He slides a 3rd finger into me, I’m so wet that I can feel it dripping out of me.
He suctions his lips to my clit and hums, and I explode.
I can barely breathe, I’m lucky I am not trying to stand on my feet.
He laps contentedly at my lips and my opening, withdrawing his fingers as I hiss.
Sucking his fingers into his mouth, he slowly removes my legs, one at a time, and sets me on my feet.
He wraps his arms around my waist to hold me up and kisses me.
I can taste myself on his tongue and I moan into his mouth, causing him to buck his hips into my stomach.
Kissing down my throat, he sucks on my pulse point, hard.
“Bite me,” I say, tilting my head. He freezes, not a single muscle moving.
“No,” he speaks into my throat. His arms shake a little with his restraint.
“If you want me to bite you, baby, I want to be balls deep in your cunt at the time.” I gasp at the tightness in my belly at his words.
He sucks again and nips at my skin, licking it after.
I wonder if he broke the skin at all, or if it's simply a habit.
“So, take me to bed, Bash.” He moves so fast I barely register it. He’s outside the shower holding a fluffy robe before I can even move. He wraps me in it and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and he kisses me deeply as he walks me back into his bedroom.
Laying me on the bed, he lays on top of me and kisses me like he is trying to memorize every inch. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he moves my hair from my back and begins a slow descent down my body, leaving wet kisses the whole way.
When he gets to my ass, he sits up on his knees, the head of his cock nestled just at the top of my thighs.
He rocks his hips against my ass and I whimper.
He chuckles a little and starts rubbing me down.
All the way to the backs of my calves and the bottoms of my feet.
He lays a kiss on each instep and makes his way back up.
He kisses the crease under my butt cheek, the small of my back, my spine on each vertebrae, my shoulder blades, the back of my neck.
I have never felt so worshipped and loved in my entire life.
It’s like he needs to know my entire body.
Turning me on my back again, he repeats his process.
He has a knee on either side of my thighs so I can’t open my legs.
This time, when he gets near my hips, he nocks the head of his dick right where my thighs meet, so close to sliding into me that I’m sure if I wiggle a little, he will slip inside.
But I know that isn’t what he wants. He leans down and plants a kiss on my belly button, each of my hip bones, my pubic bone.
A tiny flutter of his tongue across my clit makes me suck in a quick breath.
Down my thighs and on my knees, my shins and the tops of my feet.
By the time he comes back up to meet me at the head of the bed, I am already shaking with need. He slides a hand flat against my body, between my breasts, and rests it lightly against my throat, thumb on my pulse. He settles his body between my thighs and lays heavy against me.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Tesoro? I have already worshiped at your altar, are you not satisfied?”
“Bash, please.”
Tightening his hand on my throat, he whispers, “Beg.”
“Bash, please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. I'm aching for you.”
Growling with pleasure, Bash takes his other hand and snakes it between our bodies and runs his fingers between my wet thighs. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you.”
Sitting up, he opens my thighs wide and gazes down at my exposed body, an awestruck look on his face. He grabs his cock as it juts out between us and rubs his dripping precum between my lips. Pulling my legs up around his waist, he looks me in my eyes as he positions his cock at my entrance.
Grabbing my hips and never breaking eye contact, he slowly—so slowly—starts to push into me.
The further into me he goes, the harder it is for him to control his movements and keep his eyes on me.
Finally, he relents, groans under his breath, looks down at where we are joined, and throws his head back as he slides all the way in until our bodies are pressed together.
I feel so deliciously full, his dick the perfect size to fill every available space inside me, lighting me up with pleasure.
Pulling out slowly, he slams back in. One hand on my hip the other wrapped around my throat, he starts fucking me harder and deeper until I can’t breathe around him.
Bringing the hand that was on my hip to my pussy, he rubs small circles around my clit as he squeezes my throat.
“How you doing, baby? God, you take my cock so well. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so pretty, stretching around my cock.” I can see the veins in his throat and his tendons on display as he fights whatever he is feeling, holding himself back.
Looking down, he watches his cock piston into me over and over and his chest lifts rapidly as he breathes through his pleasure.
“Slow down, just a little. I want to feel you.” I whisper.
He moves his eyes to mine and slows his pace, pulling almost completely out of me before slipping his head back into me and strokes, slow and deep, sliding against me, rubbing my clit every time he bottoms out.
Bowing my back off the bed, I moan and writhe beneath him as he rubs his hands over every inch of skin he can touch.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him into me, a little faster and he matches the pace, pumping into me deep, so deep it aches. His thumb finds my clit again and he rubs gently, pushing me closer to my orgasm, my muscles quivering and my thighs shaking.