The dress whispered down her body, floated down to her feet.
Every muscle in Ash’s body locked for a moment as she was revealed to him.
She was glorious, beautiful, her firm full breasts cupped in gleaming rose-gold lace, the ripe globes of them the color of pearls in the flickering light, the taut nipples hardening beneath the fabric in response to his gaze.
In wonder, he let the palms of his hands float over her, grazing those tender tips lightly as they passed over them before he curled his hands around her ribs and his tail wrapped around her lace-enclosed hips.
He liked to see it there, his tail, wound tightly around her. More that she didn’t flinch at the feel of it encircling her.
Deliberately slowly, watching her eyes, he slid his hands behind her again and unhooked her bra. Her golden lashes fluttered a little as each little hook gave way beneath his fingers.
The weight of it, the fullness of her breast, filled Ash’s hand sweetly as he drew the scrap of lace from her and let it fall. On a soft groan, he closed a hand around her, his red skin brilliant against the gold-tinted paleness of her skin, his claws indenting her tender flesh slightly. The look of that ripe globe in his hand, the feel of it, was incredible. Heat shot through him as her nipple furled tighter while he watched, practically inviting him to suck on it.
Looking up into her luminous eyes, Ash let his tail tug her even closer and brushed his mouth over that sensitive nub. She quivered.
With his tail keeping her close, drawing on her hardened nipple, he settled his hands on her hips, slid them down over the curve of them until her panties whispered down her legs to join her bra and she stood naked before him.
On a shuddering breath Ash pulled back to look at the glory of her, sliding a hand over the dark red curls between her thighs to the heat and moistness there, to the core of her and cupped her. Like a cat’s claws, his talons retracted in response to his intentions.
She trembled as he slid a finger slowly up inside her, her eyes fixed on his as a soft moan escaped her at the feel of his finger invading her most intimate place.
So deliciously tight. Her pussy muscles clenched around his finger, pulsed, flexed as she arched and her hips pumped reflexively, begged for more.
Not yet.
Withdrawing his finger with a smile, closing his eyes in gratitude, Ash turned her, nestled her back against his chest, his mouth against the side of her neck to feel her racing pulse against his lips as he filled his hands with her breasts. In delight and pleasure he squeezed those firm mounds in his hands, trapped the peaks lightly with his claws as the tip of his tail slipped between her thighs to tease at the delicate tissues there.
She trembled.
Pleasure speared through her, pierced Miri to her core with each pinch of Ash’s claws on her nipples, each tug, each gentle tweak. It was wonderful. Every nerve in her body came alive beneath his hands. The soft flutter of his tail over her clit made her shiver.
It was maddening, intoxicating.
Heat poured through her as his mouth moved to the skin just beneath her ear. Cool air rushed over her but didn’t cool Miri’s overheated body. His sharp teeth nipped the lobe of her ear, his forked tongue flicked over the curve of it to send sparks shooting down to her center. His hot mouth trailed searing kisses down the length of her throat as she turned her head to offer him more, anything, as long as he didn’t stop.
His hands tightened on her breasts. Miri arched her back, pressed against them as she moaned.
She was intensely aware of Ash’s mouth, his tongue fluttering over her skin to taste it. She felt the press of his fangs sharply over the pulse in her throat and a thrill of excitement, of intense desire and need, washed through her.
His firm lips were soft against her skin, his teeth wouldn’t be. They would be sharp.
A shot of anticipation raced through her just at the thought. Need had nothing on it, she craved him.
“Miri,” he groaned.
Desire and hunger burned in him. Ash ached. He could feel the firm globes of her ass against his erection and he ground it against her, his cock so hard it twitched to be inside her, inside her hot, wet, tight sheath. The taste of her filled him, the scent of her growing arousal only added one more layer of sweet torment.
Ash scraped his fangs across her tender, delicate skin, so she would feel them. So she would know. She trembled.
He had to take her and soon but she had to want it. To want him.
“Please,” she whispered.
Ash closed his eyes in gratitude. That one word was all he needed.
“It will hurt for only a moment,” he breathed against her skin as he let his mouth move down to her shoulder. The first bite was better there, so the venom in it would enter her system slowly. It would prepare her for him, for the feeding that would come.
Excitement and anticipation poured through him at the thought.
He tasted her, the unique flavor of her, of Miri, his tongue flickering over her shoulder.
She shivered in his arms, whispered, “Yes…”
Ash pressed his fangs against her tender skin. He tightened his mouth on her slowly, wanting this moment, this claiming, to last. Her delicate flesh parted beneath his teeth, his fangs pierced her to sink into muscle. Pleasure swamped him in a blinding flash as his tongue took in the first sweet delicious taste of her. A wave of bliss rushed through him, a burst of pleasure so intense his vision hazed for a moment.
The soft scent of her filled him and then his venom pumped into her, claiming her, making her his, preparing her for him.
Miri jolted at the sensation of his teeth sinking into her. There was a brief flash of pain, a tingling burn that spread slowly. In its wake rush of incredible heat roared through her, a delicious, glorious warmth that wiped out all pain. It seared through her veins, rushed through her body even as every nerve came alive. Involuntarily she pushed against his mouth, demanded more as that delicious heat – venom? – pumped into her in spurts. She felt it burn as it went.
Small sounds of pleasure escaped her as it spread through her body in a great tidal wave of need. Desire poured through her, obliterating all thought behind it.
She moaned when his fangs withdrew almost in protest, a soft cry of dismay escaping her. It stunned him, she could see it. He turned her face to his, to see the truth of it in her eyes. In wonder, he touched her cheek. And disbelief.
Miri looked at him, at what was in his eyes. She turned in his arms. Her heart clenched as she cupped his cheek in her hand.
Turning his head, Ash pressed a kiss into her palm.
Looking into his lambent gaze, seeing the ancient pain there, Miri savored that touch, her eyes burning. She remembered what she’d seen in those moments of vision.
Gently, looking deeply into his beautiful amber eyes, she said, “Ash, I know you. I See you. I know who you are, what you are. I want you.”
Desperately. Her body cried out for him, throbbed, her pussy ached. She longed for the feel of him inside her. She could see the pain in his eyes and wanted, desperately, to soothe it away. To make him forget, if only for a few moments, what he’d suffered.
Miri was aware of his tail as it slipped between her thighs again to flutter lightly at the entrance to her core. Ash watched her intently, waiting for her reaction to the sensation of it. Her pussy tightened as anticipation whipped through her. His tail slipped and slid over her dampening slit, around her clit, sensually, teasingly. Her belly tightened as pleasure pooled deep, gathered within her as his hand slid down to her lower back, to pull her harder against him.
Conscious of his eyes on hers, Miri let him watch as desire poured through her.
Ash looked into her soft green gaze and knew she’d already seen him in his darkest moments, at his worst, had already seen those bitter times when he’d weakened, had cried out against the terrible pain that had been laid on him. She knew the moments he’d wavered and even so she still wanted him.
He hadn’t reali
zed how much he’d feared that his weakness would be revealed, shown for what it was. Should anyone learn how close he’d come to breaking, how close at times to betraying everything he loved…but despite it all… No, not because of it all, but because Miri saw his heart so clearly. Him, Ashtoreth, for who and what he was and accepted all of it, all of him.
She was his, his mate, and had been from the moment she’d Seen him truly.
Such acceptance.
It shattered him, shattered whatever resistance he had to loving her in return.
Even seeing Gabriel and Asmodeus together, Ash had never thought to find this for himself, it was for the others, for his brethren, not him. He was too battered, too jaded.
Too damaged.
He’d taken on this mission for them, for his brother Daemonae, for his brother and Prince, Asmodeus, and for feisty Gabriel, to protect them.
He’d done this for Ba’al, who sometimes couldn’t contain the rage and anger he felt, and Moloch, who could sometimes divert Ba’al’s pain despite his own, and for all his brothers.
He’d never expected to find it for himself.
Searching her eyes, Ash could see the truth in her soft green gaze.
He drew her soft mouth back to his. Passion and need flared as he pulled her closer against him, as he slid his hands down her slender back to press her against his hard cock.
He cupped her cheek, his eyes locked on hers, holding her close.
Ash wanted her as well. Needed her.
With his eyes on hers, Ash watched her green eyes darken, her eyelids flutter as he held her close and his tail teased her. A moan escaped her as it pressed, as it pierced her to slide inside her pussy to flutter within her. Her body arched at the slender supple invasion. She gasped and a soft moan whispered from her.
A heady pleasure rushed through Ash at the sound, at watching her, as her firm breasts seemed to swell against his chest. He slid his hands down her back to cup her firm bottom and press her against the hardness of him as her eyes glazed. Sliding his hands up to her ribs, he lifted her, sliding first one knee then the other between her thighs, raising her up so she sat on his legs with her own spread.
He barely noticed her leg brush across the wound in his thigh as his tail wriggled deeper inside her.
Ash slid a hand up her back to support her and she bowed back against it, her lush breasts an offering to him as her head fell back and her flaming hair streamed down her back.
“Look at me,” he whispered, as he slid his other hand to the top of her thigh and he pressed his thumb against her clit. “I want to watch you come. I want to watch you shatter.”
At his words, her pussy clenched tightly around his tail.
Those luminescent green eyes, hazed with passion, were focused inward on what his tail did inside her, at the pleasure that coursed through her from his thumb on her clit. Her eyes opened with a clear effort.
Ash loved this, loved that she would let him see this.
There was nothing more beautiful to him than to see his Miri flushed with passion, her body arched, writhing to his touch, to the pleasure he gave her.
Miri shuddered with the pleasure that pooled fast and deep inside her. Her pussy clenched, flooded as bliss poured through her. Within her, his tail twitched wildly. Every muscle in her belly tightened as he tormented her deliriously, as he pleasured her.
A jolt went through her as she met his heated gaze, his brilliant golden eyes intent as he touched her.
Miri’s breasts felt swollen, they ached with need, with the desperate desire to feel his mouth on them, sucking, biting.
As if he’d read her mind – and perhaps he had – she watched as he lowered his mouth slowly to her swollen, aching breast and groaned as his hot mouth closed around her nipple, nearly crying out as pleasure scorched through her.
“Ash,” she wailed softly. “Please. Oh God, yes.”
She was no longer sure what it was she begged him for, all she wanted was more, more of what he did to her, more of him, of Ash.
Ash drew her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucked the whole tip of her breast. His tongue swirled around her areole as her pussy flexed around his tail. He sucked hard on her, her nipple rigid against his tongue. He suckled as she moaned and clutched at his arms, his shoulders, for balance, then one hand speared up into his hair to press his mouth harder against her.
Her skin tasted incredible, the soft scent of it filled him. Need exploded within him too and suddenly he was devouring her, scraping his teeth over her tender flesh as she cried out, her hands tightening on him as her inner muscles pulsed around his tail.
Her nipples were as hard as small pebbles. Ash crushed his mouth against her breasts, first one then the other. He savaged them, nipped at her stiffened peaks. He strummed her clit with his fingers as his tail pumped inside her. It moved within her as she shuddered with pleasure and her lashes fluttered over those enchanting eyes.
Suddenly her back arched and her essence burst free. She cried out as she came and he devoured her, suckled hard as her sweet essence filled him. Thought vanished. All he could do was feast on her.
Desperately, Ash drank her pleasure in great gulps as it poured out of her. Her effervescent spirit flooded him, banished the darkness that hovered at the edges of his soul. It felt wonderful. She quivered, shook in his arms. Her pussy clenched around his fluttering tail as her hips bucked with each hard pull of his mouth on her breast.
Ash’s hand locked in her hair, drew her head back and to the side and struck again, his fangs sinking deep into her throat.
She cried out in pleasure as his tail moved inside her. She came, again, hard and fast, her body bucking as he fed, drew a great mouthful of her. Nearly delirious, Ash let the taste of her pleasure burst into his mouth, his hand tight in her hair. Her hands clutched at him to pull his mouth harder against her throat, her soft cries of glory blinding him to anything but her.
With each hard pull of his mouth on her throat, her hips jerked against his thumb on her clit and pleasure rushed through her to erupt into his mouth.
She wailed softly as his tail pulled out of her, as his tongue stroked over her throat, over the small wounds there.
Carefully wrapping his arm around her, Ash lifted her and turned.
Swiftly but gently, he laid her on the bed, her hips on the edge, her legs spread, her glorious fiery hair sprayed across his scarlet sheets like a pool of flame.
Dazed with pleasure Miri was lost to anything except Ash, to the feel of his mouth on her.
He was magnificently, gloriously masculine, every sleek muscle taut, etched into sharp relief by the fire and shadow of the candles. His cock was rampant, rigid, incredibly long and thick. Her mouth watered to take it as her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. He was huge, the broad head of his cock had already wept a glistening drop of precum. His shaft twitched as his gaze raked her.
“Ash,” she whispered.
Want, desire, lust, none of them came close to matching what she felt in that moment. He was astonishing. And hers. His expression was strained.
This was her Vision made real.
“Please,” she whispered, aching with need.
That was all it took.
Ash couldn’t stand it any longer, he had to have her, had to take her, to feel her sweet pussy, so hot, so wet, so very tight, close around his throbbing cock. The need to feel her clenched around him, to feel his cock spearing up into her depths, was simply too great.
Control vanished.
Ash plunged into her with no finesse, just need. Her tightness resisted him futilely as he rammed his aching shaft deep inside the smooth damp velvet of her. He battered at her. She cried out and arched at his erotic assault on her. Her legs spread to take him even as he caught them. He plunged deeper as he pushed those long lovely legs back, her knees folding as he opened her even further to his invasion.
In all his long life Ash had never felt anything as glorious as this, as Miri’s tight pussy closed a
round him, pumped him even as her hips did. His wings beat to drive him deeper into that tight silken sheathe with each strong stroke, giving each thrust that much more power as he hammered against her, into the heated glory that was Miri. His Miri.
She writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Her hips lifted to rub the head of his cock against the top of her channel and pleasure shivered through both of them. He felt her quiver even as he did.
He took her hard, battered at her, rammed his shaft balls deep into her, they slapped against her with each driving thrust.
Miri took him in return, as wild beneath him as he was on top of her.
So full. Miri groaned to feel him so deep inside her, as his cock slammed into her, as he stretched her, as the sheer size of him drove a deep moan from her. Yet she gloried in it as he filled her so completely, as his shaft pistoned into her. She bucked and writhed to feel him inside her, to be so full of him, needing to feel his hard member so very deep inside her.
She clutched at him hen he rammed his cock inside her. Her hips lifted, bucked and her legs spread almost instinctively. Her hands fell away to clutch at the slick satin cover for purchase, hanging on desperately. Miri cried out as he swelled within her, throbbed.
Miri looked up to see him arched above her, so beautiful, so gloriously male, every magnificent muscle locked as he fucked her. With a cry, she came again.
Looking down at Miri’s beautiful face, her hands locked tightly in the bedcovers, her tight internal muscles clenching to stroke him while she trembled in helpless ecstasy, Ash exploded. It felt as if he burst inside her, erupted to bathe her sweet pussy in his hot cum, with his seed, his essence.
Her hips jolted, her slick internal muscle milked his cock deliciously. She took him, took his essence as her hands slid up his arms to cling to him. He arched over her as he emptied into her, flooded her with his own ecstasy. Pleasure raced through him and he shuddered with the glory of it.
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