Page 186 of Tower of Ash and Darkness
“Gods…” I gasp, my head falling forward against his shoulder, my nails biting into his skin.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he breathes, his voice cracked, like I’m breaking him apart from the inside. “Like home. Like every fucking thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His hands rise to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he forces me to look at him.
“I want you to fuck yourself on me,” he says, deep and pleading, every word shaking with the weight of need. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
I brush my lips across his, teasing, tasting, before pulling back with a breathless smirk. Then I begin to move—slow, rolling thrusts that drag every inch of him through me. His hands grip my waist, but he lets me lead, lets me take what I want.
“Please,” he whispers, voice wavering as he watches me ride him.
My pace quickens, the rhythm becoming more forceful. My hands slide up his chest, over the frantic beat of his undead heart, before curling around his shoulders for balance. He meets my rhythm with his own, thrusting up into me with every movement, each one rougher, more desperate.
“That’s it, Princess,” he growls, one hand rising to grip the back of my neck, the other splayed over my hip. “Look at me. Fuck yourself on me.”
I moan loudly, my body shuddering, my thighs trembling with every stroke. His mouth finds mine again, all tongue and teeth and heat, and when he pulls back, his eyes are wild—glowing with something that borders on madness.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, a dangerous edge in his voice.
I shake my head, panting, wordless with the sheer pleasure of it.He leans back, laying beneath me, but he doesn’t stop. His thrusts grow deeper, more punishing, and I ride him harder, chasing the pressure that’s building inside me.
“I’m close,” I breathe.
“Not yet,” he growls, and he drives into me faster, sending me hurtling toward the edge.
“Casper…” I gasp, “Gods, please…”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, his voice like a rope dragging me back into my body.
“I’m yours.” I moan, falling apart again.
“Say it again.”
“I’myours, Casper.”
“Fuck—come for me,” he chokes out, his body jerking beneath me as he finds his release, spilling inside me with a broken growl. And I break, shattering around him with an echoing cry.
He doesn’t stop. Even as the tremors fade, he lifts me gently, only to slide his fingers into me as if marking me from the inside. The overstimulation sends another wave through me, my body twitching as he brings his fingers to his lips, tasting what’s left of us.
His gaze never leaves mine.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice soft yet firm, like a vow.
I meet his gaze, my heart pounding as his words sink in.
“I’m yours.” I whisper back.
Casper lifts a hand, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Then he leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips—gentle, unhurried, like a secret meant only for me. When he finally pulls away, we sit up together, the spell between us dissipating into something quieter.
Our eyes drift to the mess surrounding us—the wine spilled across the floor, the forgotten remnants of our meal scattered in disarray. It should feel jarring, like the aftermath of a storm. But instead, a laugh rises from me, breaking the silence like sunlight slipping through clouds. Somehow, the chaos only makes it all feel more real.
Casper smiles, then reaches for my hands and rises, guiding me up with him.
“Do you trust me?” he asks. His voice is calm, but there’s a flicker of mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Always.”
He lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight as I see his eyes are fixed ahead as he runs toward the pool, full of some quiet determination that instantly makes me suspicious.
