God, he was warm.
Smiling, she rubbed her slit along his heated length. “Since you don’t want my mouth, shall I ride you, then, my liege?”
A low rumble came from his chest, half growl, half groan, as if her words alone undid him. “You live to torment me.”
“And you love it,” she shot back, her voice husky with need. Then, softer, she said, “Let me do this, Race. Let me fix what I nearly broke?”
His arm tightened around her waist, and he shifted them, his back braced against the headboard now.
With a groan of deep-seated hunger, his mouth captured hers, and Ash kissed him back with everything within her, her need for this man who was her heart, her very soul, consuming her.
His hand slipped between them, and he dragged his hard cock along her wet, aching core. She panted as she rose on her knees, then slowly lowered down. His thick shaft stretched and widened her as she sank to the hilt.
She gasped, sensation sweeping through her body again like wildfire.
His eyes blazed. He gripped her hips. “Ride me, my heart.”
Ash dragged her core up his rigid length, and a groan of pure need escaped him as she sank down again. Her breath caught, feeling him even deeper in this position.
He gripped her hips, and she moved on him, need building. A whimper escaped her, her desire gathering momentum, vaguely aware of Race’s glittering gaze fixed on her. He palmed her breast, squeezing. She ground her clit against him, chasing after her orgasm now.
Her lightning broke free, leaping across his skin, stirring her harder.
He growled, his hips shunting upward, harder and faster—grazing her throbbing flesh?—
“Oh, God!” Her orgasm exploded, dragging her under in a tidal rush.
His hands tightened on her hips, and he drove hard into her, once, twice. He stiffened, a groan tearing free as he found his own release, the sound incredibly hot and sexy?—
A white light shimmered, spreading through them once more, reflecting in his gorgeous crimson eyes.
And that barely-there warmth in her chest grew stronger. Brighter.
Mine!he growled, the word so loud in her head, she couldn’t help but laugh through her tears.
I love you, too,she mind-linked with him, and a smile of sheer joy touched his mouth.
I feel you again, my heart. Fully. As it should be.
Ash collapsed against him, her breathing ragged, her sweat-dampened hair clinging to his skin. The sling tugged awkwardly at her shoulder, but she didn’t care—not when the mate-bond sang whole and bright inside her, no longer a faded whisper but a blazing tether that thrummed with every beat of his heart.
Race’s arms came around her, holding her against him. His lips brushed her hair, his voice a ragged vow. “If you go, I gowith you.That’s the truth of what we are.”
Her eyes burned. She lifted her head and touched his cheek. “Then you’ll just have to settle with me being a tormenting nuisance in the meantime.”
His laughter rumbled through his chest, rough but real. “Indeed.”
He laid her back on the sheets, used the ruined shirt to clean her, then cleaned himself before moving to the side of her good arm and lying next to her. Their bond pulsed, steady, strong, and alive as he drew her to him.
“How long would we stay here?” she asked, tracing circles on his chest.
“Not sure.” He stroked her hips. “There are things I have to oversee, and I must speak with Attor as well.”
“Yeah?” She glanced at him. “About?”
“Nothing dire, heart-fire.” A smile tugged at those tempting lips before it faded. “With the palace badly destroyed… I don’twant that place of depravity rebuilt. I think something new, different—something that shows hope.”
“You’ll tear down theentirepalace?”
