Page 102 of Tower of Ash and Darkness (Tower of Ash #1)
The sensation sends a surge of heat straight to my cock, and I grip myself with my free hand, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her.
Her hips rock against me, using my hand to fuck herself, and the sight of it—the way she moves with such need—nearly undoes me.
My fingers retreat, and as I pull them out, I smack her ass lightly.
The sound is sharp, the way she whimpers even sharper, slicing through me in a way that sends my desire soaring.
I kneel between her thighs, the sight of her spread before me nearly undoing the last thread of my control.
Gently, I hook my fingers under the hem of her tunic.
Her eyes search mine—willing, wanting—and I peel the fabric upward slowly, savoring every inch of newly exposed skin.
She lifts her arms without hesitation, and I pull the garment over her head, casting it aside.
I drink her in. The rise and fall of her breath.
The flush creeping down her throat. I trail my fingers down her ribs, then grip her waist again, drawing her toward the edge of the furs as I lower her back down.
But before I can move further, I pause—brushing her hair from her face, letting my thumb graze the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with trust and want.
Their tenderness contrasts with the desire roaring inside me as I lean down, my fingers tracing her features like a map I want to memorize.
“I’m going to make love to you,” I murmur softly, my voice trembling with both restraint and promise. “Do you understand?”
She nods, her lips parting as she exhales a shaky breath.
I trace my thumb over her mouth, the slight, small motion sparking a groan deep within me.
I press my lips to hers, the kiss starting soft, a gentle meeting of mouths, before deepening.
Her mouth opens to me, and my tongue sweeps in to meet hers.
Each second that passes hardens me further, the fire between us growing more uncontrollable.
My hand moves to her neck, lingering there as I feel her pulse race beneath my palm.
She tilts her head slightly, exposing more of her throat, a silent invitation.
I know she likes when I grip her throat, but this time, I hold back.
This time, I don’t just want to fuck her—I want her to feel every ounce of what she does to me.
My hand trails down her neck, over the curve of her breasts, pausing only to tease the sensitive peaks before continuing to her waist. I take her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers, and lift them gently above her head.
Bringing my other hand to meet hers, I pin both of her hands there, holding her steady.
“I want you to look at me,” I whisper, my voice low and intimate. “I want you to see what you do to me when I’m inside you.”
I lower my lips to hers again, trailing soft kisses along her jaw before moving down to her breasts.
I take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue teasing before I bite gently, earning a gasp from her.
She arches into me, her frustration evident as I move further down her body, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her.
When I reach her hips, I pause, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her beneath me—open, vulnerable, and completely mine.
Slowly, I guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her heat.
I press forward, inch by inch, and her body tightens around me.
Her breath hitches, her eyes locking onto mine as I push fully inside her.
The sound of her moan mingles with my own, creating a perfect harmony that echoes in the space around us.
I begin to move, each thrust measured as I savor the way her body molds to mine.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as I place a hand on her hip to steady her.
The sight of us together—her body meeting mine, the way we fit so perfectly—sends a shiver of raw pleasure through me.
My pace quickens, the sound of my hips slamming into hers filling the air.
Her name falls from my lips like a prayer.
“Lailah… gods. ”
I draw her knees up to her chest, spreading her open beneath me, needing to see all of her—every trembling inch laid bare.
She lets me guide her, pliant and burning.
One hand braces beside her head, the other gripping her shoulder, grounding us both as I thrust into her— deep, slow, claiming.
The way she tightens around me nearly steals my control.
I drive in harder, faster, watching her fall apart beneath me, her hands grasping at the furs, at me, at anything that might hold her steady.
A low sound rips from my throat. I press her down, keeping her pinned beneath my weight as I lose myself in the rhythm of us, in the feel of her wrapped around me, trembling and perfect. She moans louder, the sound spurring me on as her cries of pleasure grow sweeter, as I lose myself in her.
I lower my mouth to her ear.
“You feel that?” I growl against her skin. “All of me, buried so deep—and you’re taking it so well.”
Her body contorts beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I thrust deeper. I press my palm flat against her thigh, pushing it higher, opening her even more, watching her fall apart just for me. Her eyes flutter closed, mouth parted in a soundless cry, and it nearly undoes me.
“Look at me,” I murmur, voice rough with restraint.
She obeys. Her eyes meet mine through a haze of heat and pleasure, and gods, she’s beautiful like this.
“Do you like it when I make love to you?” I ask, my voice strained as I fight to hold back my release.
My pace quickens again, relentless now. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I welcome the sting, pressing my forehead to hers as her breath shudders.
“Yes,” she cries out.
Something in me breaks open at the sound—no fear, no hesitation, just her giving herself to me without restraint. My rhythm falters, hips stuttering as the tension I’ve been holding tears loose all at once.
“Come with me,” I demand, my gaze locked on hers.
Her body trembles beneath me, and I feel the heat coiling within her as her climax builds.
She moans, her voice breaking as she arches into me, her release shattering through her.
A growl rips from my throat, low and guttural, as I thrust into her one final time, burying myself completely as I come undone.
The pleasure hits like fire under my skin, ripping through me in waves as I hold her there, every part of me anchored in the feeling of her wrapped around me.
Her name leaves my lips in a whisper and a curse, reverent and wrecked.
Even as the waves of pleasure fade, I can’t bring myself to pull away.
But slowly, reluctantly, I lift myself off her, watching as my release spills from her.
The sight elicits a low growl from somewhere deep within, and I reach down, pushing my fingers into her to press it back inside.
Her knees try to close, but I hold them open, my body keeping her in place as I continue to fill her with my touch.
Then, my fingers retreat, and I bring them to her lips.
She opens for me automatically, her tongue swirling around my fingers as she tastes us both.
The sight is intoxicating, and I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss that feels like a promise.
When I pull back, I brush the hair from her face, breathless as I take her in.
“You are everything , Lailah.”
Her lips curve into a soft smile, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy as she looks up at me. Bending down, I gently kiss her lips, savoring the shared taste of us.
As my tongue explores, my hand finds its way to her neck, a tender but possessive touch. She lets out a sweet, needy sound, and I pull back, brushing my nose against hers.
"Let's go," I whisper softly.
Lailah's eyes widen, and a flush spreads across her cheeks.
"Shouldn't we bathe or something?" she asks, hesitating.
I lean down and kiss her again, hovering just above her lips as my forehead rests against hers.
"I thought you didn’t want to wash my scent off you," I murmur, biting her bottom lip gently. I pull back slightly, searching her gaze. "And I don’t want to wash you off me either."
I nudge her nose with mine, then gently pull her off the furs. Her cheeks flush deeper as she cups her face with her hands.
"I didn’t say scent," she tries to argue, her voice quiet .
"No?" I ask with a knowing smile. "Is that not what you meant?"
She shakes her head, biting her lip to hide a smile, before rising to her feet and slipping on the cloak. I lean in, placing a soft kiss on her temple as I adjust the cloak around her shoulders, wrapping her in warmth.
“ Now let’s get you some food," I say, taking her hand as we step out of the cave and into the forest beyond.