Page 45 of Prince of Blaze and Embers
“I want you, Ash.” His arm around me pulled me in tighter, his head cocked, his lips devilishly close to mine.
“Then take me,” I whispered as lightning crashed again. “I want you.”
The rain increased, landing in sharp, warm droplets as he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. His lips parted and his tongue slid into mine, exploring each other in the same way I dreamed of. His wetness touched mine, and my arms wrapped around him, feeling the sharp definition of the ripped muscles in his back.
We kissed in the rain of the Faewood for what felt like a blissful eternity. But as soon as his hands gripped the bottom of my shirt, rising it up over my shoulders as our lips parted, my core dripped with excitement. He took my shirt off, laying it on a fallen tree to our side, then he took his off.
My heart beat like a deep drum in my chest. I felt like I was in a fever dream but never wanted to wake. His wet shirt slid up his rock-hard body before hiding his face, and when he yanked it over, his wet black hair flung down, spattering on his chest. I squeezed my thighs together to attempt to control the overpowering urge to leap up onto him, wrapping my legs around him.
Instead, he kissed me again, then his lips left mine and his soft lips hovered past my cheek onto my ear, nibbling at my earlobe. Goose pimples stiffened all the way down my body as he kissed and sucked on my neck afterward. A moan left my lips, closing my eyes with my face aimed up at the rain. I felt his hand rise up from my hip, up my rib cage, and then cupping my breast. The moan turned to a deep groan of raw pleasure as his mouth drifted down to my nipple; his wet tongue circling it , kissing and sucking gently on it.
“Cade…” I gasped, steam vapors coiled up from his hot shoulders.
He lifted his head as I opened my eyes again, staring at the most handsome, breathtaking man I’d ever seen in all my life.
“Yes?” He gave no smile, but the wild animal inside, the hunter, glared at me as if he wanted to take me as his trophy.
“Show me how much you want me.” The power I felt from those words from a simple slave girl from a nowhere town, saying them to such a powerful lord, made me feel like a princess in my own right. “Because I want you. I want all of you.” A deep heat welled inside me, almost burning my insides from a growing passion I’d never experienced before.
A wry smile hit the side of his mouth, and he put his hand around my back, drifting to my ass, squeezing it in his huge hand, pulling me into his thigh. And there it was, unmistakable against my stomach, under his tightening pants; he was hard, shoved tight into the side of his pant leg. His other hand went below my belly button and undid the buttons that held my pants up. My breath caught, and my hand went to his abs, feeling the definition between each muscle.
His fingers loosened my pants, and as their waistband dropped a couple of inches, his hand slid under my panties. I couldn’t breathe; the anticipation was killing me, and I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to touch me deep. My legs separated slightly with a smooth sidestep, and his strong fingers went into my pants and touched my clit. Wet and smooth, his fingers rubbed around it gently as the guttural moan poured from my mouth. He kissed me deeply, forcing the moan inside. Hot breath escaped my nostrils as he played with me, pleasuring me in a way that cascaded down my entire body to my toes.
“God, I want you,” he breathed after pulling away. “I want you, Ash.”
“How much do you want me?”
“I want you more than anything.”
“Then take me,” I moaned as the pleasure of his fingers overcame me. I took him by the wrist and shoved his hand down further under my pants as I separated my legs further. His fingertips played with me, before separating me, sliding in, and an intense shiver ran up my whole body. He kissed me again, and then without warning, his hand pulled away, causing me to gasp.But he put both strong arms behind me and lifted me up with both hands on my ass. I wrapped my legs around his huge core instinctively. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing. He turned and set my butt onto the fallen tree.
“Take your pants off.” his words were commanding, as if I were one of his soldiers. The rain couldn’t cool my heat. I was the hottest I’d ever been in my life, and I thought I saw steam coming from us, but I was just so absolutely lost in his majesty that I sat back on the tree on my elbows, gazing up at the mountain of a man as he undid his belt buckle; his cock forming a huge crease in his pants.
I slid my pants down my legs, but with a grunt, he grabbed them and pulled them down. They slipped past my scabbed ankles and he tossed them to the ground. My bare legs scratched against the tree bark under me, but I couldn’t give two shits. Leaning forward, I pushed his hands back from undoing his belt, and I grabbed the reins. I snapped his belt from the belt loops like a whip, tossing it away.
As I undid his pants, I gazed up at him, slick from rain on his chiseled body. He stared back as his chest heaved. His pants slid down and I was left staring at it. Thick, and as big as my forearm, I slowly wrapped my fingers around it. His raw power was intoxicating. As I stroked it slowly, my fingers barely able to wrap around it, he groaned like an animal, and for the first time, I felt like the hunter. My hand slid from the head of his cock down to the base, and as I did so, it grew even bigger, with a thick throb and another groan from his lips.
All the shit he’d put me through the last couple of days was brushed so far out of my mind that all I could think about was the gushing bliss of having him naked before me, and as I lay back, spreading my bare thighs, exposing myself to him, he leaned over me, and I raked my fingernails down his chest, dusted with dark hair.
It was more than lust growing. I felt a connection, a bondbuilding between us. I didn’t know if it was real or just a figment of the deep passion that was like a new drug. But I never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in that moment. And I wanted it to last forever.
He moaned as he touched me, sliding his fingers along my lips down there, and just as he pressed the huge tip of his cock to me, he paused.
“Ash, I’ve never felt these feelings for anyone like I have for you.”
I pushed my fingers hard into his lips. “Stop talking, and take me.”
He drove himself into me, and sliding in as wet as I was, I screamed. It was a scream of so much pleasure it flirted with pain. He was so massive that all my core erupted into a shaking exhilaration.
“God, I want you. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was soft, but with a growl behind it.
“You feel unbelievable,” I moaned, wrapping my hands over his shoulders and digging my nails into my back, pulling him into me. His cock slid in further, and I gasped. The heat from him being inside me was so intense my instinct was to pull away. I thought I was going to combust into flames right then and there.
A wince caught the side of his eye.
Steam flooded my vision.
“Take me,” I moaned. Pulling his face to me, I kissed him deeply, sliding our tongues against one another’s. My body shook from overwhelming pleasure as he pushed himself into me deeper and deeper. I bit his lip from the intensity. I’d never felt anything so good in my life, and I couldn’t bear it. For a moment, I thought I was back in the forge, heat exuding from every inch of the place.
