Page 86 of Tower of Ash and Darkness
“You don’t even know what that means yet,”he murmurs, his lips grazing my cheek, trailing down to my jawline. His voice is a mix of promise and threat, dark and intoxicating.“But you will.”
His free hand finds my shoulder, sliding down my arm until our fingers entwine. It’s an intimate gesture, at odds with the storm brewing between us. His touch is both an assertion and a question, demanding something I’m not sure I can give.
“Say it,”he breathes against my skin, his thumb brushing the edge of my collarbone.“Say my name.”
I bite my lip, struggling against the rising tide of need that threatens to drown me. My voice trembles as I meet his gaze.
“Casper,”I whisper, the sound barely audible.
A growl rumbles low in his chest, his fingers tightening around my neck as if the sound of his name on my tongue undoes him. His lips crash into mine, stealing what little breath I have left. It’s not a kiss; it’s a collision—hungry and unrelenting. His hands move with purpose, cupping my waist as he lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his hips, and the solid press of him against my core sends a spark of heat through me. His fangs graze my bottom lip, teasing, threatening.
“You’re mine,”he growls, the words vibrating against my skin. His lips trail down my neck, and I arch into him, my breath hitching as he bites gently, just enough to tease.
I claw at his shirt, desperate to feel more, to erase the space that still separates us. His hands grip my thighs, pulling me tighter againsthim as he moves us toward the wall. The cold stone presses against my back, a contrast to the heat radiating from him.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,”he demands, his voice low and commanding.
My head falls back against the wall, my body trembling as I gasp for air.
“You,”I whisper, my voice breaking.“Only you.”
A dark, satisfied smile curves his lips, and he leans in, his forehead resting against mine.
“Good.”
Casper’s lips crash into mine again, this time deeper, hungrier—like he’s claiming every part of me. My hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as I press into him, feeling the hardness of his body against mine. Every nerve in me is alive, burning, as if his touch ignites something I’ve kept buried for far too long.
His fingers dig into my thighs, lifting me higher as he pins me against the wall. I can feel the strength in him, the controlled force he exerts to keep me right where he wants me—where I want to be.
Casper’s lips trail down my neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin where his fangs had teased before. When his teeth scrape against my pulse, a shudder wracks through me. My breath comes in short, shallow gasps, each one pulling me deeper into the haze.
“You taste like sin,”he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough, almost feral.
His hands roam lower, gripping the fabric of my dress before tearing it apart with a forceful rip. The sound echoes in the silence, leaving me exposed beneath his gaze. His eyes sweep over me, dark and intense, devouring me as though he’s memorizing every inch.
“Casper…”I whisper, my voice trembling, unsure if it’s a plea or a warning.
He looks up, meeting my gaze with a fierce possessiveness that steals the air from my lungs.
“Say it again,”he growls, his hands sliding up my bare thighs.
“Casper,”I repeat, this time louder, more certain.
He groans deeply as his lips return to mine. His hands grip my hips, pulling me forward until I can feel the full hardness of him against me.
“You drive me fucking insane,”he mutters, his teeth grazing my jaw as his fingers find the silk of my undergarments. He hooks a finger under it, teasing, testing, as his lips move to my ear.“Do you feel that?”
I nod, unable to speak, as his free hand moves to cup the back of my neck. The other slides lower, pulling the fabric aside until his fingers find my slick heat. The first touch sends a jolt through me, and I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself.
“You’re so ready for me,”he growls, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers slide through my wetness.“I knew you would be.”
My nails dig into his skin as he begins to move, slow and deliberate, each stroke drawing a moan from my lips. The tension coils tighter and tighter inside me, and I cling to him, unable to think of anything but the way he feels, the way he moves, the way he owns every part of me.
“Tell me what you want, Princess,”he commands, his voice low and rough.
I bite my lip, shaking my head, the words caught in my throat. But he doesn’t let up, his fingers curling inside me, hitting a spot that makes my back arch and my breath hitch.
“Say it,”he demands again, his voice like gravel, as his other hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.“Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
