Page 64 of Crown of Light and Ashes
His hand returns immediately, two fingers sliding inside me with delicious pressure, his thumb working my clit as I arch my head backwards. "So good for me," he praises, setting a rhythm that makes my knees weak, thrusting his fingers in and out. "So perfect, so responsive. You were made for this—for my touch, my shadows, my possession."
The shadows holding me shift, spreading my legs wider as Kaan continues his relentless assault on my senses. My skin burns with fire, and I feel him moving. Without warning, I feel the wet heat of his mouth replace his fingers, his tongue exploring my most intimate places with devastating precision.
"Hmm, your pussy is throbbing and you're dripping for me,hatun," he muses and then without a warning he slaps my pussy.
"Kaan!" I cry out as the sharp pain mixed with pleasure builds to nearly unbearable levels. I start to pant for air, ready to come apart.
"So fucking responsive and so perfect," he praises. "Say my name while I slap that needy cunt again."
"Kaan," I repeat, and then he slaps my pussy again, harder and I nearly shatter. "Please, don't stop."
"Never," he promises, and then his mouth is on my pussy and the sensations are unbearable. His tongue circles my clit with focused intensity while his fingers pump inside me, curling to hit a spot that makes stars explode behind my blindfold.
"You taste fucking divine," he murmurs against my flesh. "Like sunlight and surrender. Come for me, beautiful one. Let me feel you shatter."
The praise, combined with the physical sensation, pushes me over the edge. I come apart with his name on my lips, my body convulsing in his shadows' embrace as pleasure crashes through me in waves. I scream, my eyes shut, riding this pleasure as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, never stopping, drawing more screams out of me. I whimper and shudder against him, trying to control my body, but my light expands, seeps out of my skin as I tremble all over.
As I float back to awareness, I feel the blindfold being removed. Kaan's face comes into focus, his eyes dark with hunger and something deeper I don't dare name.
"Beautiful," he whispers, brushing hair from my face with unexpected tenderness. "So perfect in your pleasure."
The shadows lower me gently to my feet, though they remain wrapped loosely around my wrists. Kaan's body is pressed against mine, his arousal evident through his clothing.
I should feel shame, but there is only lightness and peace. Should rebuild the walls of hatred that have protected me since our marriage. Instead, I find myself leaning into him, craving more of his touch, his praise, his possession.
And as his mouth claims mine in a kiss that feels like ownership and promise combined, I fear he might be right. He kisses me deeply and shoves his tongue into my mouth like he's trying to consume me.
His eyes darken as he pulls back from the kiss, something primal and possessive overtaking his features. "Now," he commands, his voice a dangerous rumble that sends shivers down my spine, "you will finish what you started earlier."
The shadows lower me gently, then guide me downward until I'm kneeling before him, my eyes level with the obvious arousal straining against his trousers. My heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of defiance and desire warring within me.
"I don't take orders," I say, but my hands are already reaching for the fastenings of his clothing. I want him in my mouth; I'm ready to experience the pleasure of him as I clench my thighs together.
His laugh is low and knowing. "And yet here you are,hatun, so fucking eager to obey this particular command."
I want to hate him for his arrogance, but as I free him from the confines of his clothing, all coherent thought abandons me. He's magnificent—hard and ready, shadows swirling around the base like a possessive caress.
My hands move of their own accord, stroking him with deliberate slowness. I'm rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, his shadows flickering with pleasure.
"Fuck, stop teasing me," he warns, fingers tangling in my hair.
I look up, meeting his gaze with newfound boldness. "Why not? You've teased me plenty."
Without waiting for his response, I lean forward, taking him into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. His grip tightens in my hair, a growl escaping him that sounds more beast than man. The sound emboldens me, and I take him deeper, establishing a rhythm that has his shadows writhing with barely contained desire.
"Gods," he hisses, his composure cracking for the first time since I've known him. "Your mouth,hatun... perfect, so fucking perfect..."
The praise sends a fresh wave of heatthrough me; my arousal keeps dripping down between my thighs. I hollow my cheeks, increasing the suction as I work him with my mouth and hands. His hips begin to move in counterpoint to my motions.
"Look at me," he commands, then he grips the back of my head tightly. "Let me fuck your beautiful mouth, I know you can take it."
I wrap my hands around his ass as he drives himself into my mouth with brutal intensity, holding my head by my hair. I whimper as he takes control, fucking my mouth roughly, my jaw starts to ache, tears stream down my cheeks every time he hits the back of my throat. This is cruel, painful, but I'm throbbing so hard like I'm on the edge of another orgasm.
"You're such a good slut, taking my cock so deeply... fuck you're magnificent," he praises. I'm burning, gargling as he uses my mouth, thrusting his cock deeper. This is too much, I struggle with his size, tears streaming down my cheeks as I meet his gaze. Kaan looks almost demonic, straining his ass and hips, while his shadows find my clit, and caress it until I'm a total whimpering mess.
His breathing grows ragged, signaling his approaching release, so he slows down the pace slightly. Then I feel the salty cum spraying my throat as he comes, roaring loudly. His body convulses in shadows. I take all of him, swallowing hard and licking my lips. My whole mouth is numb, but his shadows keep caressing my slick sex.
"Fuck,hatun, you've done so well for your master and you will be rewarded," he growls, as he lifts me up, still breathing heavily. My head swims, and I need him inside me now.
