Page 43 of Horns of Wicked Ebony (Deathcaller Duet #2)
With that declaration, he latched onto me, lapping my clit while his fingers spread me. The wet sounds were obscene, but I wanted him to hear them. To hear how deeply I desired him. To hear how expertly he unraveled me. He needed that.
When he inserted one inside me, I dug my nails into his scalp. “More,” I told him. He wasted no time using a second to stretch me. Shamelessly, I rode his face and hand, chasing my pleasure.
“Use me, Assyria. All I care about is watching you shatter because of me,” Rokath spoke into my mind .
“I love you, Rokath,” I panted, my movements quickening. He curled his fingers against that one spot deep inside, and I nearly wept for how incredible it felt. “Don’t stop.”
“Touch yourself, Assyria. Tweak those pretty nipples for me.”
He pressed harder, and I did as he commanded. The sharp sting from the pinch had my walls clenching around his fingers, dragging them deeper. A low groan thrummed against my flesh. He circled his tongue over my clit, and that was all my orgasm needed to sweep through me.
Hips bucking, I arched off the bed like a cracking whip. A cry tore from my throat as Rokath continued to lick and fuck me with his fingers, working me into a helpless frenzy.
Air strangled out of me as I came down from the high. Slowly, Rokath removed himself from between my thighs and rose. His fingers were sticky with my cum, and he used the wetness to coat himself. The way he stroked his cock had me salivating for more of him.
“Ride me,” he rasped, and the command in his voice had me obeying immediately.
My blood heated as he flopped over, his dick long and engorged against his stomach.
I settled over him, much like I had in his lap in the chair, and picked it up.
When I fisted his length and pumped, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
A heady sense of power swept through me. I swiped his head through the arousal slicking my core, then lined him with my entrance. “Fates!” His fingers weren’t nearly enough to prepare me for his size, especially at this angle.
Inch by torturous inch, I slid down. All the while, Rokath watched with rapturous attention where he disappeared inside me.
“You were made to take my cock, little imposter,” he growled, hands finding my hips and digging in. A gasp tore from my throat as he shoved me all the way down. And then I was so, deliciously, full.
“I was woven for you, and you were woven for me,” I mewled as I adjusted to his girth.
He dragged me forward, my clit rubbing along his low belly as he pressed against my walls. Bracing my hands on his chest, I found a rhythm, moving my hips in time with his slow thrusts upward.
“I fucking love you, Assyria,” Rokath repeated, the depth of his devotion spilling over in our bond.
Like I was parting the thunderous clouds beyond, I removed the barrier I’d built before.
My adoration for Rokath rained down on him.
“You will always be the villain for me. You will slaughter anyone who dares lay a hand on me. But most importantly, you are my mate, and I trust you to protect me, Rokath. I didn’t before, but now?
I’d walk among a thousand Angels knowing nothing would happen to me. ”
His cock thickened inside me. I moved again, my pace quickening. No place was left untouched by his length. “You’re going to continue to train me so I am as powerful as you. As the others with burgundy eyes. I will be a force among the army on my own. And it will all be because you love me.”
My heart thundered against my ribs as Rokath and I held each other’s gazes, just as unbreakable as the bond that the Weaver planned for us. For the first time, we weren’t fucking.
We were making love.
I showed him my devotion with each circle of my hips. He gave me his with every word of praise past his lips.
I dug my nails into his muscled chest and bounced harder. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slicked down my spine.
“That’s it, little imposter. You’re doing so well,” Rokath praised, using his grip on my hips to change the angle. He dragged along that spongy spot that had me digging my teeth into my bottom lip. My brows dipped together as I careened toward the edge.
“You are fierce already, but I am going to make you ferocious.” He branded me with a deep thrust. “You are strong already, but I am going to make you limitless. Those fucking zealots will bow at your feet, Szélhámos.”
My walls clenched around the honorific the soldiers had given me. A wicked grin twisted Rokath’s lips. “You will be a Goddess among Demons. Revered for your power. Xannirin, Kiira, me, we are all Fates. I will elevate you to that position too.”
Our skin slapped as we both moved faster, worked harder. “Mine,” Rokath professed, over and over and over, every time he was buried completely inside me.
“Yours,” I panted back, breath coming in ragged.
Pleasure coursed through my veins, twisting inside me until I was certain I was close to snapping.
This orgasm, like the one he’d given me the first time we coupled, was going to shatter and remake me.
Surrender turned to sovereignty. Violence turned to ecstasy. Hatred turned to love.
“Come for me, little imposter. Come for me and scream my name. Up here, no one can hear you. And I fucking need to know how much pleasure I deliver you,” he commanded, his tone threaded with violent vulnerability.
Those words shoved me over the edge, and I didn’t meter my voice at all. Around and around the room it echoed as I shattered, pleasure igniting each nerve. Rokath’s eyes darkened, and his grip tightened to the point of bruising. That only lengthened the time I spent in bliss.
Then, without warning, he lifted me off him, groaning as he spilled his cum onto his stomach. Arms trembling, he settled me on his lap again, both of us breathing heavily. Yet we hadn’t broken eye contact, and something divine swept between us because of it.
Rokath crushed me against him a moment later, holding me as tightly as he always held everything together.
On his own.
I didn’t care that we were both sticky. I just wanted him, and I wanted him to know that. We remained locked in that embrace long after he finally fell asleep.