Page 108 of Hell Fae Warden

He nibbled on my ear, then resumed his path of kissing my neck down to my collarbone. I ran my fingers over his back, reveling in the cords of muscle and the way they bunched as he moved.

So powerful.

I could feel his potent energy humming beneath his skin, the magnetic pulse calling to my inner spirit. He was all strength and man, his Midnight Fae essence marking him as unbreakable and that much more intense.

His lips closed around my nipple, making me jolt beneath him, his teeth skimming my sensitive nub in a promise for more.

I scratched my nails up his spine, reminding him of my offer. I wasn’t afraid of a little pain, nor was I afraid to give it. He groaned in response, his abdomen tensing as he shifted his hips downward, away from the apex between my thighs.

“I threatened to lick you, didn’t I?” His words reverberated against my nipple as he followed them with a subtle tracing of his tongue. “Although, I suppose you did eventually move.” He nipped my stiff peak, his wicked gaze flashing up to mine. “So what should I do, little rebel?”

“Definitely follow through on your threat.” My reply came out husky, my core throbbing with need. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

“It is on you,” he murmured, switching to my other breast. “I intend to taste every inch of you by the time I’m done.”

Yes, please,I thought, gasping as the hint of cold metal touched my side. It was so sudden and unexpected that I froze, only for Ajax to trace the sharp item up my rib cage to my breast. A tinge of pine-scented magic followed, telling me he’d conjured the blade.

My heart skipped several beats as he brought it up to my chest, his dark gaze capturing and holding mine as though seeking my consent. Or maybe he just wanted to watch my reaction.

I licked my lips, my focus darting to the dagger before returning to his face. Then I dared him with my stare to continue, wanting him to use me. Claim me. Make me his. Even if just for this moment in time.

He drew the sharp tip along the fleshy part of my breast, not hard enough to bleed, just to tease, then pressed down right above my nipple to create a pinprick. A shiver traversed my spine, the subtle pinch exciting my nerve endings.

Ajax made a second cut, the two holes reminding me of a vampiric bite.

And then his mouth descended, his tongue gently soothing the sting.

I swallowed, my toes curling at the sensual touch. It wasn’t overwhelming so much as a slow-burn sensation that crept along my skin, making my heart flutter in my chest.

Ajax created another set of cuts on my opposite breast, repeating the motion and sending more of that blissful warmth through my veins.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, his touch not nearly as rough as I would have expected after our last two sessions. But this was Ajax. His preferences. His desires. It seemed he enjoyed drawing out pleasure, teasing my nerves, and stirring butterflies in my abdomen.

I trembled as he ventured downward, his knife following his mouth and pausing at my hip bone, where he made two more slices. They stung a bit more, the skin thinner there, but it added to the overall effect of his sensuality.

Every part of me felt primed, ready to explode, overheated by his arousing methods.

How is this even possible?I marveled.It’s like he’s barely touched me, yet I feel entirely owned from those few marks alone.

He added a fourth set along my inner thigh, his mouth sealing around the cuts to lap at my essence. My veins pulsed in the best way, my heart singing in time with his hypnotic tongue.

His dagger dug a little harsher into my opposite leg, causing me to flinch as he yanked me back from my foggy state, only to send me that much deeper into it as his lips closed around the new wound.

Now I could feel him drinking. Truly swallowing my essence. Pulling my life into his own, drawing me further into this strange cocoon of blistering sensation.

I felt dizzy.

Overwhelmed.

So fucking hot.

It seemed knife play was one of Ajax’s kinks. Or perhaps he’d reserved this just for me. Regardless, he was skilled, and I was utterly lost to his ministrations.

My fingers locked in his hair as I held him against my thigh, demanding more, wanting him to take his fill and continue to drug me with his Midnight Fae kiss.

But he moved away a few moments later, his mouth traveling upward to my weeping center.

“You smell fucking amazing,” he murmured, his nose running up my damp slit to the sensitive beacon that begged for his touch. “I’m going to devour you, Camillia.”