Page 86 of Ember and Eclipse
“Hands, Esmerelda.”
“I don’t want to,” she managed between gritted teeth.
“You know…” Another slap on her other cheek, the bite of it traveling much deeper. “I’m starting to think you pick these fights on purpose.”
The following two hits were even sharper. The heat from the impact was all-consuming as she grew more aroused.
He paused, his hands rubbing the stinging spots on each side. “You still haven’t apologized. But I do love seeing you like this. You look so beautiful with my handprints on you.”
“I’m sor—”
Another smack, and she moaned, her legs quivering against him. She finally placed her hands behind her, which only served to arch her back more—the picture of sensual surrender. “I’m sorry,” she panted. “I’m sorry for saying it. I didn’t mean it. I want you. Ialwayswant you.”
He slipped his hand between her legs. “I know.”
“Devdan.” But his name sounded more like a plea as she pressed into his palm.
“What is it you want?” he asked, pushing a finger inside her and giving her a softer strike before grabbing her ample curves.
“You,” she moaned.
“Hm.” Another heated slap as he fingered her.
“I want you inside of me,” she cried out.
And that was the correct phrase because he cursed under his breath and withdrew his hand from her. This time, she moved, shifting until she was off him and pulling the nightgown over her head. He stood up a moment afterward. She reached for his pants as he took his tunic off.
The need was powerful, all-consuming. Devdan couldn’t step out of his pants fast enough, and by the time he did, he was grabbing her and twisting her so that her back was to him once again.
With one arm curled under her legs as he sat down, he fisted his cock and pushed it inside her. They both moaned in shared relief. She sunk back against him as he moved shallowly inside her at first before he opened her legs wide.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you come undone.”
She obeyed, and he watched her run her hand down her own body as he pounded mercilessly into her from below.
She came once, almost instantly, and her fingers slowed their circling before she moved them away altogether.
“No, my love, you’re going to give me another,” he growled, shifting her so that he could touch her instead while maintaining his torturous pace. “And another.”
And she did—she broke again and again until she was sobbing from the mix of pleasure and pain, all while Devdan whispered praise about how perfect she was and promised to never leave.
Afterward, he held her as she stayed curled in his lap, their combined wetness between them. He rubbed her back, kissing her softly all over—her cheeks, her neck, her forehead, her shoulders, and the pads of each of her fingers. He still spoke to her, in the softest of rumbles—about their future, about how lucky he felt, about all the things he wanted with her. She shook against him long after until she eventually fell asleep.
She was safe. She was loved. She wasseen.
“It goes through the loc, kind of like you’re weaving it in,” she instructed as she handed him the tool she used to help get the fenty vine to push through the hair.
He worked diligently, and she held up the small mirror to watch him. She loved to watch his hands work—for how large they were, he was careful with how he maneuvered them around her head. His brows were stitched together in concentration, and determination pulled his shoulders down. He’d taken anything she’d taught him as a challenge to master, and he always did. So, she knew it would be no different when he asked her to show him how to do her hair after she’d braided some of the vines into his.
He met her gaze in the mirror and smiled roguishly.
They were already naked. The need for clothing had become less and less necessary over these last few weeks. They were more likely to tear the material off each other anyway, so if anything, it was to save their remaining clothes.
“Let me finish this,” he scolded, going back to pushing the vine through one of her locs.
She laughed, easily and freely. “I wasn’t trying to start anything, just watching you work.” But even as she said it, the very thought of being with him heated her. It was always like that, and she hoped it always would be.
“I don’t believe a word out of your mouth, my enchantress.”
