Page 32 of Undying Thirst

Asher clicked his tongue.

“Greedy, Pet,” he murmured huskily and gripped the back of my neck, bracing me as he pulled his arm away from my mouth. A whimper crawled up from my throat and he guided me back until I rested against his chest. I rested my temple against his jaw.

Everything seemed brighter and shiny. My body drooped, warm and needy. The hand on my shoulder slid to the front of my neck and his long fingers pressed up the underside of my jaw. He lifted my chin so I could see his eyes blazing with lust. Half-lidded and hungry.

His lips curled with satisfaction. Then he dipped, delving his tongue into my mouth. The skillful kiss remained soft and searching as he swept his tongue against mine. He pulled back slowly, keeping an inch between our mouths.

His blue eyes were so bright and pretty. His fingertip rubbed across my lip, the soft touch rubbing gently, then followed the line down the column of my throat to my cleavage.

I shuddered.

“My reactive, Pet.” He tutted. “Watch me.”

He reached inside the corset and popped my breasts free. Cupping his hand under one swell, his large hand wrapped around the mass. His thumb rolled across my nipple.

I moaned and my head fell on his shoulder.

“I said, watch me.”

I sank my teeth into my lower lip and forced my eyes open. He squeezed my breast once more then inched down. The low scrape of his fingernails dragging across the fabric encased whalebone corset echoed loudly in my ears. With a quick rustling of my skirt, he pulled them to my waist.

“Lift your heel to the edge of the bed.”

I immediately did as he ordered and my shoe dug into the mattress, the pointy stiletto pressing hard into the pink comforter.

Asher bunched the skirt over my waist. His long finger delved into the waistband of my panties and he curled his finger into the material.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured against my ear. In a quick motion, he ripped off my panties. “Watch,” he repeated.

He inched over my shaved pussy, creeping closer to my clit. I held my breath, on the precipice of shouting at him to touch me. Finally, his pointer finger pressed against the bundle of nerves. A rush of lust flooded my core.

“Your pussy weeps for me,” he murmured, finger grazing over my wet entrance.

“Asher.”

His body shuddered, causing his fingers to curl against my core. Slipping his fingers into my need, he swirled those long, male digits. My channel clutched at his thick fingers. He added another one.

Oh God, I wanted his pierced cock inside me, too. I squeezed my lips together to cage the words inside.

“Give me more of your delicious need.”

His husky order caused another wave of liquid to throb free. Moisture glinted on his hand. He withdrew his fingers, exposing more of his wet hand, then he shoved the two thick fingers back into my entrance.

The sound of his fingers fucking me blazed my lust to an excruciating level. His palm pressed against my clit as he kept the motion steady. My eyelids lowered into slivers, I couldn’t close them because I couldn’t look away from his hands.

His nose grazed against the side of my throat and I sucked in a harsh breath. Goose bumps exploded across my flesh and I stiffened in his arms. My orgasm slapped me across all my senses, and I wriggled to the rhythm of his fingers, trying to get more pressure. Pants exploded from my lips. So, so good. Oh . . . my God.

Asher didn’t stop moving and the wet gush of my need drenched his hand. His movements slowed, riding out the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He raised his fingers to his mouth and skillfully licked my moisture clean off.

His cock throbbed under my ass. He returned his licked clean fingers to my pussy, shoving them deep.

I cried out and clutched his arm banded in front of me, trying to pull his hand from the overly sensitive spot, but it was like trying to move a statue.

Biting into his other wrist, he lifted it to me again. I clutched his wrist to my mouth without hesitation. He shuddered, his moan vibrating against my ear.

“I want you filled with my blood.” He nipped my ear. “To smell of me, and only me.”

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