Page 93 of Crown of Light and Ashes
"And now?" I ask, suddenly desperate to know.
"Now I can't imagine being anywhere but here." She presses her forehead to mine. "With you. Even knowing what you are. What you've done."
I kiss her again, unable to find words for the storm of emotions her admission creates in me. This time, the kiss turns hungrier, more demanding. Her body responds instantly, arching into mine as if we were created to fit together.
I lift her without breaking the kiss, carrying her back toward the waterfall. She clings to me, legs wrapped around my waist, hershift riding up her thighs. The water is cool against my skin as I step beneath the cascade, Nesilhan still in my arms.
"What are you doing?" she gasps, laughing as the water streams over us both.
"Taking what's mine," I growl against her throat, my voice rougher now, more primal. "Unless you'd rather I stop?"
In answer, she tugs at my clothing, impatient fingers working at clasps and ties until my chest is bare beneath her hands. "Not a chance," she breathes, eyes dark with desire. "I want you. All of you."
The shift she wears tears easily in my hands, the thin fabric no match for my urgency. I rip it from her body with deliberate force, enjoying the way she gasps as the cool water hits her newly exposed skin. Her nipples harden instantly against my chest, tight peaks that make my mouth water with need.
"Gods, look at you," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her naked body, water cascading over skin that gleams golden even in the twilight. "So fucking perfect. Made for me. Every curve, every hollow—mine to claim."
My hands map her body with possessive hunger, palming her breasts roughly before sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against my throbbing cock. She can feel how much I want her through the thin barrier of my remaining clothes, and the way she grinds against me drives me to the edge of madness.
Her hands are just as busy, pushing my remaining clothing down my hips with desperate need until I'm as bare as she is. When my cock springs free, thick and heavy between us, she wraps her fingers around my length with a hunger that makes me groan.
"Fuck," I breathe as she strokes me beneath the waterfall, her grip firm and sure. "You're going to kill me, woman."
"Tell me what you want," I command, spinning her to press her back against the stone wall, my body caging her in. One hand slidesbetween her thighs to cup her sex, finding her hot and slick despite the cool water. "Tell me how much you need my cock inside you."
"I need you," she gasps as my fingers tease her entrance, sliding through her wetness with possessive strokes. "Inside me. Filling me. Please, Kaan—I'm aching for you."
The desperation in her voice, the way she spreads her legs wider for my touch, undoes me completely. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds.
"Look at me," I demand, gripping her chin to force her eyes to mine. "I want to see your face when I claim you."
Our eyes lock as I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in a single, powerful movement that makes us both cry out. She's so tight around me, her inner walls gripping my length with wet heat, that I have to pause to keep from coming immediately.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan, my voice strained with the effort of control. "So tight. So hot. Squeezing my cock like you never want to let me go."
She moans at my words, her fingernails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Don't stop," she begs, her voice breaking as I begin to move.
I set a rhythm that's relentless and claiming, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The water rushes over us, adding another layer of sensation as I drive into her again and again. My shadows join the dance, caressing her where my hands cannot reach, supporting her weight so I can thrust deeper, harder. They wrap around her wrists, her thighs, holding her open for my possession.
"You're mine," I growl against her ear, feeling her inner walls begin to flutter with the beginnings of her release. "Say it. Tell me who owns every inch of your body."
"Yours," she gasps, her back arching as I hit that spot deep inside that makes her see stars. "I'm yours, Kaan. All yours. Only yours."
"And I'm yours," I admit, the words escaping before I can stop them. "Completely fucking yours, Nesilhan."
The declaration seems to push her over the edge. She comes with a scream that echoes off the stone walls, her body convulsing around mine in rhythmic pulses that nearly trigger myrelease. I fight to hold back, determined to make this last, to brand this moment into both our memories.
I slow my thrusts, drawing out her pleasure until she's trembling and spent in my arms. Only then do I withdraw, my cock glistening with her arousal.
"Turn around," I command, my voice rough with dominance. "Hands on the wall. I want to take you from behind, want to feel how deep I can get inside you."
She obeys without hesitation, bracing against the smooth stone as I position myself behind her. I enter her with one powerful thrust, both of us groaning at the new angle. From behind, I can drive even deeper, hitting spots that make her cry out with each stroke.
"Again," I demand against her ear, my pace relentless now, one arm wrapped around her waist while my other hand tangles in her wet hair, pulling her head back. "Come for me again. I want to feel you shatter around my cock."
My free hand slides between her legs, finding her swollen clit with practiced ease. I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with my thrusts, feeling her tension build with each passing second.
"That's it," I encourage as I feel her tensing around me, her inner walls beginning to flutter. "Let go. Give yourself to me completely. Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
