Page 12 of Of Realms and Chaos

Every shake of his head and slip of his tongue inside of me had me climbing higher, his name leaving my lips in lust-filled screams.

Tighter and tighter he held me, until I knew that I would bruise under his grasp, while the vine remained hugging my throat like a necklace that I never wanted to take off, adding to my growing pleasure. When two of Bellamy’s fingers thrust inside of me, I fell back against the wall, grabbing onto his hair as if I would drown without him anchoring me.

“Fuck me, Bellamy. Fuck me now,” I demanded, needing him to be inside of me when I fell off the edge.

As if he could hear my thoughts, the prince shot up out of the water, our lips crashing together in a violent kiss.

Separating our lips, leaving me with the salty taste of myself on my tongue, the prince flipped me. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pressed my torso down until my chest was flush with the ledge. I moaned at the mere idea of what he was about to do to me as Bellamy leaned down, his lips caressing the side of my face.

“Spread your legs, Princess. I want to watch as you take all of me,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the jagged top of my ear.

I did as I was told, listening with satisfaction as he shouted praise to me within his mind. Then he was shoving himself inside, filling me up until I swore no more could fit. The angle was delicious, stealing my breath and muddling my mind. Then he was grabbing my wrists, holding them behind me with one hand while the other still gripped my hair.

His first slide out of me was slow, as if he were testing the way it affected me. I did not hold back, groaning at the loss of him and gasping out when he pressed back in. As if that was all the confirmation he needed, Bellamy quickened his pace, his thrusts bruising in their force. With each thrust, he hit that spot inside of me, the one that made my knees shake and my vision swim.

“I love you,” he proclaimed, the words a raspy growl. “I will love you until my final breath and long after.”

The sound of his voice and the declaration he made was euphoric, so much so that I could not help the mumbled three words from leaving my own lips over and over again. He let go of my hair, opting to dig his fingers into my hip as he sped up, the sound of our skin slapping and the water sloshing mingled with our gasped affection.

The vine tightened around my neck, Bellamy’s grip on my wrists tugging until I was hovering over the ledge. For a moment, it felt like the plant was pulsing. Then Bellamy’s grasp tightened, pulling my attention to him. “Now, Asher. Come for me now.”

The erotic way he ordered my release sent me plunging over the edge, the pleasure of my orgasm causing me to tighten around him. Bellamy’s hand gently set me down and the vine let me go as I came down from the high of his touch. Hot lips placed tender kisses to my back while he pulled me to a standing position, hands on my hips as he spun me to face him.

“Breathe, Ash.” His voice had the exact opposite effect in that moment.

Slowly, he turned us, walking backwards until it was he who sat upon the ledge. For a moment, he leisurely trailed kisses south of my lips, taking his time as he pecked and nipped and sucked. His fingertips met my thighs, lazily tracing circles closer and closer to my center. Every one of my nerve endings was aflame as my back arched for even a semblance of his skin on mine.

Then his fingers arrived at their destination and my head flew back on a gasp of pleasure. “Break time is over, Princess.”

I caught sight of his smirk, a single dimple popping into existence on his left cheek. Those blue irises were nearly black, the desire darkening them as he openly stared at his fingers working me. His hardened member twitched when I called out his name, the three syllables a prayer of sorts. Groaning, he tugged me forward, both hands moving to my hips once more to guide my knees onto the ledge. I hovered above him for only a moment until he forced me down onto him. Without missing a beat, he began lifting and lowering me, taking full control once more. I screamed out, unable to stop myself as he drove me to the madness that was this bliss, my nails digging into his shoulders like an anchor seeking purchase.

I felt as he shattered, the pulse of him within me and my name on his lips eliciting a deep moan from somewhere low in my throat.

Madness, that was what it felt like to love and be loved. My mind was consumed by him and everything he gave me. The pleasure, the trust, the freedom. I could lose myself in this—in Bellamy.

Perhaps I already had.

Chapter Four

Asher

“We do not have to worry about an accident, just so you know.”

I cringed at my word choice, silently chastising myself for making a perfectly joyous brunch awkward. Maybe I could run. How fast could he be with all that muscle weighing him down?

“An accident?” Bellamy inquired after he swallowed his eggs. His furrowed brow and pursed lips made me wish to find an early grave. Anything to get away from the growing embarrassment.

My eyes darted to the blue doors at the end of the enormous wooden table. I could make that, but where would I go from there? I could jump out a window. I bet Bellamy would find a nice place to bury me.

“Why do you look as if you want to fling yourself off a cliff?” he asked, a smirk lighting up his face.

Shoving a pastry into my mouth for moral support, I chewed while I considered that. A cliff would work too. Though jumping out of one of those windows would mean also jumping off a cliff, so really I could do both.

No, the demon would stop me. I covered my eyes with my hands, hoping I could hide from my own embarrassment since a quick death was out of the question.

“Ash?” His voice—soft and sweet—had a smile to it, I could tell just by the sound. Slowly, I lowered my hands from my face. “What do you mean by ‘an accident’?”

I eyed him. Stalling, truthfully. He looked devastatingly handsome today, as per usual.

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