Page 98 of Shadow Waltz
I edged him mercilessly, stroking his cock slow and tight, bringing him right to the edge before letting go and watching the frustration twist his features. I bit at his thighs, left marks onhis hips, kissed the inside of his knee, every touch calculated to make him ache for more.
His cock was slick and flushed, precome leaking steadily, the need in his eyes nearly feral. “Please, Luka,” he choked, voice wrecked. “I can't—I'm going to?—”
“You don't come until I say,” I growled, squeezing the base of his cock hard enough to make his knees buckle. “You belong to me tonight—your pleasure, your pain, every sound you make, all of it. Mine to control, mine to give, mine to deny.”
He whimpered, the sound going straight to my cock, but I wasn't ready to let him break yet. I stroked him just enough to keep him shaking, then let go, running my tongue up his stomach, kissing the hollow of his throat, nipping at the edge of his jaw.
I slid a slick finger against his hole, not pushing in, just circling, teasing, pressing until he was sobbing with need. His cock throbbed, leaking over my hand, begging for attention.
“You're going to remember this,” I whispered against his ear, voice low and dark. “You're going to feel it for days—every nerve lit up, every inch of your skin aching for me. This is patience, Ash. This is surrender.”
When I finally took him in my mouth again, deep and slow, tongue working the sensitive underside, his whole body arched. I held him there, teetering on the edge, breath coming in ragged gasps, hands fisting at his sides, trembling with the effort to obey.
I didn't let him come. Not yet. I pulled off with a wet pop, kissed the head, and looked up to meet his eyes—wild, glazed, desperate. “Tonight, I'm going to take you apart one slow minute at a time. And you're going to thank me for every second.”
Ash trembled, sweat beading on his chest, cock flushed and leaking, held back on the very knife edge of pleasure. I pushed him further, stroking slow, stopping, circling his slit with mytongue, mouthing his balls, every motion calculated torment. His thighs quivered and his breath hitched with every pass.
I moved up to straddle his lap, fully clothed, my own cock aching and hard beneath expensive wool, pressed tight between us. He felt it, gasped, bucked up as my hand gripped his hip, holding him still.
“Look at you,” I murmured, mouth against his ear. “Falling apart for me. All this control and you’d give it up just to come in my hand.”
He whimpered, eyes rolling back, sweat shining at his temples. “Please, Luka, I can’t—I need—please?—”
I shoved his thighs wider, my own need sharp and raw, grinding down against him as I squeezed his cock and whispered filth into his ear, low and rough and utterly honest. “I want you to lose it for me. I want you so desperate you can’t think straight.”
He shuddered, whining, hips jerking under my weight.
The heat in my belly spiked, pleasure running electric down my spine—just the act of holding him like this, of owning his need, of watching his body shake and plead for me, was enough to break my composure. I groaned, breath harsh, grinding against him as my own orgasm hit—white hot, sudden, flooding my briefs with sticky, wet heat.
Ash felt it, saw it, his eyes going wide as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, chest heaving with release. “Fuck,” I gasped, shuddering, still holding him tight, mess leaking through the fabric, soaking into both our skin.
I met his gaze, lips parted, eyes dark with something more than just lust. “Come for me, Ash. Now. Let go.”
His body snapped tight, cock jerking in my fist, ropes of come spilling across his belly, my hand, the inside of his thighs. He cried out, head thrown back, every muscle trembling as Imilked him through it, stroking and squeezing until he sagged, boneless, into my lap.
We sat there, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin, the room quiet except for the city outside and the sound of our hearts hammering together.
I looked down at the mess on my hand, the sticky heat in my pants, the wetness smeared across both of us, and caught Ash’s gaze—raw, hungry, dazed.
I crooked a finger under his chin. “Clean me up,” I said, low and rough, the command full of exhausted satisfaction and lingering want. “All of it. Every drop.”
Ash nodded, eyes never leaving mine, and slid off my lap to kneel between my legs. His hands worked my belt and zipper open, pulling down the ruined fabric, careful and reverent. He bent, tongue warm and soft, licking up the mess from my skin, from the inside of my thigh, sucking gently, making sure not to miss a single drop. He mouthed the head of my cock through the damp fabric, cleaned me with slow, grateful licks until all that remained was the warm ache and the knowledge that he belonged to me.
When he looked up, face flushed and shining with sweat and satisfaction, I cupped his cheek, thumb stroking over his jaw.
I cupped his cheek, thumb stroking over his jaw. “Good boy,” I murmured, pulling him up to kiss me again, tasting both of us on his tongue.
For a moment, the rest of the world faded into white noise—just the sound of our breathing, the tangle of our limbs, the raw, unguarded way Ash held my gaze as if he could anchor himself in me. My hand lingered at his jaw, then drifted down, tracing the fading bruise I’d left on his throat the night before. The edge of his mouth curled up, eyes half-lidded and trusting, unguarded in a way I never thought I’d see from someone like him.
But then Ash’s hand caught mine, stilling me. He turned, nuzzling into my palm, and I felt the hesitation in the way his breath hitched—like he was standing at the edge of a question he wasn’t sure he was allowed to ask.
He spoke, voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “Can I ask you something?”
I nodded, throat tight.
Ash's gaze fell, but his thumb stroked over my knuckles with gentle insistence. “Back in your room—when you told me about your scars. About your family. It made me realize how little I've ever let anyone see of mine. I always thought… if someone really knew, they'd turn away.”
He paused, searching my eyes. “But you didn't.”