Ashes of the Fae: (Leila Davis Book 1) Read online

  He knew it was cruel, but he took pleasure in it, as did I. His finger finally slid inside with just enough ease, and soon another joined it. Even though my legs quaked and my body quivered, he pushed on—I wasn’t about to let him stop anyway.

  His fingers curled slightly as they slid in and out, hitting my sweet spot with each pass as I wriggled. My hands moved to his head, his motions accepting the pressure as I grinded hard against him. My ride on his face had purpose, and I urged his fingers deeper.

  It was like he could feel the heat building within me again. He licked faster and sucked harder, the velvet dance of his tongue moving in a hurried sync with his fingers as my mouth fell open. My hips rose off the bed, muscles beginning to clench. I was getting loud, too loud, and even on the verge of making me come a second time he managed to slide his free hand up to cover my mouth as I cried beneath it.

  My legs clamped around him as I bucked, feeling him latch onto me as I lost control of my body. I was slapping the mattress with a flat hand, and then fists, wheezing, gripping at the sheets, searching for one of his fingers with my tongue as I coaxed it into my mouth to suck on.

  I couldn’t keep up with my lust as I began thrashing about, but his rhythm held steady. It was hard not to bite down on his finger as I writhed through a mind-blowing orgasm, my back arched as I kicked at him with my heels. His head was trapped between my thighs, hands pinning him down without meaning to. I hated that I’d abused him so in my release, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  His mouth was drenched as he kissed all around my hips, giving one final lick to my sensitive clit as he wiped his face. But he was acting like he was done, closing my legs as he traced up them lovingly before trying to crawl beside me.

  “Mmm…no…come here,” I demanded, pulling at his shoulders to ease him closer. I then tugged on his waist so I could bring him to his knees, positioning him to straddle my waist as he mounted me. A confused expression crept up on his face, one that I could make out even in the faint light.

  But his cock was what I wanted, to taste and to please. He had more than earned it, sure, but I wanted it regardless. His erection stood tall and engorged. I felt the warm drips of eager pre-come as they fell just below my breasts. I scooted this tower of a man forward, my small hands curled around his sturdy thighs to pull, however reluctant he was.

  His cock finally rested perfectly between the luscious mounds, but as my tongue leapt out to meet the tip of him, he jerked back, gasping as his head buckled into his chest, his abs caving violently.

  So this time I grabbed his waist, pulling him back into me as I took a hold of his hard-on, my other hand gripping his hip to try and hold him steady as I swirled my tongue around the swollen head. He could barely stand it.

  “Ah…ungh…ah!” he cried as quietly as he could manage. His body lurched forward, breaths shuddering feverishly with each wet swipe as he took a tight hold of the headboard. I massaged his wetness all over the shaft, lowering it between my breasts once slick enough as I squeezed them together. I moved them up and down along his hardness, trying to encourage him.

  His hips rolled slowly and hesitantly, jerking worse now that I slid the whole head in my mouth with each thrust, savoring the taste of him. I could see him biting his bicep to quiet himself, his hips now moving of their own accord. The many bellowing moans and erratic breaths still escaped. The longer we went, the deeper in my mouth he slid, his thrusts growing more confident as I sucked down what delicious wet warmth I could between grinds.

  After a few moments had passed, there it was, the start of his breath catching—those rigid, coiling muscles and unsteady heaves. The wood creaked beneath the death grip of his fists. I could feel his balls against me, full and heavy, growing more and more tense as he grew closer and went deeper. My jaw ached from the width, but I didn’t care.

  God, I could feel it, just beginning to pull through him as he froze. His head jerked, his bite releasing through a heated breath. He took one look behind him before tearing away from me and groaning in a quiet frustration.

  His breath held, an orgasm in limbo as he slunk under the covers beside me, slipping into his clothes beneath the sheets with inhuman speed. I hadn’t a clue what was going on. All I knew was that he hadn’t finished, much to my dismay, and his. I could feel the lingering heat the emanated from him.

  But now I could tell that something had snapped him out of our love-making, and a momentary panic set in as he sat there, unmoving.

  “Oh God, what is it?” The last time this happened, it didn’t end well, but he didn’t seem as fearful this time. He sat there, waiting patiently until I heard the quiet sound of an opening door followed by the slow pitter patter of little feet.

  Now I fished for the shirt I had set down before we went to bed, seeing it hanging in front of my face as Maddy picked it up from the floor. I managed to slip it on just in time.

  “Mommy?”

  “In here, smush,” I called, seeing her shadow appear before she did.

  “Where are we?” She rubbed her eyes, stuck on the verge of sleep and somehow unfazed by the change of scenery.

  “We’re at Maddy’s, sweetie.” I left the bed to tend to her, crouching to the floor as she looked back at the bed.

  “Oh! Okay.” She yawned, waving at the dark figure in the bed behind me. I heard a brush of fabric as he waved back. “Hi, Max.”

  “Hi, Iris,” he chimed. There was a light chuckle in his voice, his tone happy even under the circumstances.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, swiping away a sweaty piece of hair as her eyes fluttered.

  “Mmm hmm, but I have to go potty.”

  “Okay, smush. I’ll take you and then tuck you in bed, okay?”

  She nodded, taking my hand as I led her to the bathroom, after which I laid with her long enough to ensure she was asleep.

  By the time I got back, Maddy was fast asleep, with shallow hums and heavy eyelids, seemingly spent as I crawled in bed beside him. I wanted to wake him, to finish, so dearly, but I wasn’t about to rouse him from his sleep. It didn’t take long for me to pass out either.

  “N-no, wait!”

  The muffled yell woke me from my sleep, snapping me into a half sit as I looked around and listened. Maddy still appeared to be out, hand on his chest and a knee hanging off the bed. When I went to check on Iris, she was sound asleep as well. I fished a cup out of the cupboard, quenching my sudden thirst with some cool water from the tap before I heard the voice again, this time coming from our room.

  “Mm- N-” Maddy grumbled loudly as I returned, his body quaking beneath the sheets as a now fitful sleep seemed to plague him. As I crept back into bed, I laid a hand to his chest, feeling the occasional race of his heartbeat and the shudders of his quick breaths. I’d hoped the gesture of comfort might ease him, but it didn’t.

  That light blue hue of early morning had started to set in, but the sun was still tucked well away. Still, I didn’t want to wake him just yet, but as I slipped back under the covers, I could see something big protruding through the fabric. Maddy’s very obvious morning wood enticed me through the sheets. Maybe he was having good dreams?

  I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. I slid a hand beneath the blanket, snaking it into his pants to meet the warm, throbbing hardness. Even in his sleep, he twitched as I took hold. I stroked him slow and softly before I reached down and began playing with myself at the same time. He was dripping so much.

  I must’ve been having nice dreams as well because I was already laden with wetness, my clit quickly swelling as I began to rub both of us in sync. I reached down to feel his balls, so smooth and full. I wondered how he would react if I just hopped on and began riding him, taking his early morning seed deep in me as he awoke from a good dream into a better reality.

  I got so lost in my raunchy daydream that I hadn’t noticed him beginning to rouse as I stroked faster. His whole body jerked as he rose up on his side through a gasp. He took a firm hold of my hand,
his reaction a cross between confused and alarmed. His eyes were bright with a harrowing red fire.

  “Wh-what? Leila?” he breathed heavily in surprise, the glow of his eyes soon fading as he eyed my indecent gesture. My hand was now caught in his tight grasp, my cheeks red and chest fluttering as I lay there with my hands still between both our legs. I couldn’t look at him, even though I wanted to, to see if what I’d done was good or bad. All I could hear was both of us breathing loudly, our hearts pounding in each other’s ears.

  “M-maddy, I’m sorr—mmm.” And just like that, he kissed me. We were enraptured, kissing hard and heavy, our clothes coming off fast. His hand soon replaced mine as we fondled each other, but that didn’t last long. We craved the feel of one another so fiercely.

  I lowered the covers down to my legs, turning onto my belly and raising my eager ass in the air as I met his lustful gaze. He knew what I wanted, and fluidly he moved. He lifted the blankets to cover us both as he climbed behind me, straddling my legs as he spread them just enough.

  One of his hands came into view, my back growing hot as he leaned closer, his cock sliding up over my ass to rest there in the moments before he ravaged me. He kissed my back, and then my shoulder, kissing my neck before pausing at my cheek, a heat in his voice.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Even though his whispers shook, his hips rolled against me at a slow, even pace.

  “Oh, G-god, yes…” I’d never expected to hear those words from him, and the fire that shot through me as I heard them caused my loins to throb.

  “Deep…slow?” he teased through more whispers, my neck beginning to sting with hard goosebumps.

  “Please. Please fuck me…” Begging, I reached a hand up to grab at his face in a fever as I turned enough to kiss him, however sloppy. I could feel him smiling as I pleaded. “Please…”

  It was almost like he knew I wanted to be dominated this once, teased, for whatever reason. I wanted him to drive, to make me beg for it; just not for too long. He raised up a bit, hearing me gasp in surprise as I felt his hand reach between my legs, which twitched with anxiousness. He toyed with the wetness that drenched his fingers, groaning animalistically, which drove me more wild.

  I raised my ass higher, pleading through a lewd sweat as he grabbed the round cheeks, squeezing them before a hand disappeared from one. I turned my head back to see him looking down as he took a hold of himself, running the hot head up and down past the hole that beckoned him as my body quivered.

  I pushed myself back, engulfing the head as he continued to torment me. And soon, every wide inch of him began to fill me. I felt the strength behind his hips as he tried to push his way inside, my mouth opening with every bit of progress before he’d gone as deep as I could take.

  He pressed himself against me again, meeting me with a kiss. I could hear the slip of wetness and the quiet tap against my ass as we began to move against one another.

  We didn’t rush this time either, even as much as desire burned inside us. The longer he fucked me, the deeper he went, until I felt the formidable smack of his balls against my pussy. The feeling forced me to give way to a hard vaginal orgasm, clenching around him as I trembled. He almost lost it when I did. Now it was hard for us to stay quiet, the strain in our chests and tremors of our bodies giving us away.

  “I can’t get enough of this…being inside you…” he breathed choppily, those words warming as he leaned closer for another kiss. “With you…”

  I wanted to reply, but I couldn't speak, so I just kissed him again. It didn’t take long for his hand to slip under and find my clit, sending shockwaves through me as I broke through my second orgasm of the morning.

  “I’ll never get enough of you…this…I’m yours,” I moaned, catching a glimpse of his burning eyes and heated expression. There was no holding back now. My pussy had consumed every bit of him, submitted to his lust twice, and there was only one thing I wanted more than to come again.

  “You want me to come in you. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, come in me, come—” My breath skipped as he pumped me, and I could see the gleam of his deviant smile again.

  “Mmm, are you sure?”

  “Maddy, come in me, please! I need it. I need you.” I whimpered, clawing at his face through the passion. And with that his eyes closed in lust.

  Our legs locked, giving more leverage to our speed as the sounds of wetness grew louder, the smacking faster. I began to pace myself no matter how well he rubbed, feeling the tension of his balls as he balanced on the edge of coming. I pushed back against him with each thrust, the forceful bounce of my ass forcing him as deep as he could go before he fought to breathe.

  “Mmm…harder, yes…yes!” I groaned, gripping hard at his neck, my other hand reaching back to feel his hip. Though he obliged, he had to raise his other hand to cover my mouth in our final seconds because I could no longer quiet myself.

  With my head beside his and his fingers rubbing furiously, he shook above me, moaning as he bit my shoulder. His breath shuddered through his nose. I writhed, closing my eyes as more tears broke free and his hand slid away from my mouth during his own convulsions.

  All I could feel was the hot flood deep inside me as his hips jerked, filling me through his final thrusts as I covered him in my juices. Both of our faces were buried in the pillows as we came, roaring. His elbows bordered either side of me now as he hovered.

  It took us a while to collect ourselves. His arms shook as he tried to hold as much of his weight off of me as he could. His head finally rose from the pillow, kissing my cheek as he rested his head against mine.

  “Good morning…” he muttered, my hand reaching over to his as I took hold of it. Both of us burst into a quiet laugh as he caught my satisfied smile.

  “Mmm…yes, it is.” I snuggled closer to him, rubbing my smooth cheek against his rough one as we sought out a final kiss. He soon slid out, both of us shuddering through the sensitivity as he fell to the side and sighed contently.

  Only now did the faint orange of dawn begin to fill the room, both of us lying together, hand in hand, fully sated. For now.

  “So…”

  “Hmm?” His thumb caressed my hand, and his head turned to peer over at me. His eyes still flickered from the early morning.

  “It seems that dilemma you worried about so much is, well, not a dilemma anymore.”

  “Oh…well, not as much I suppose but…” he blushed before he could finish, his lips curling in as he looked away and then back at me.

  “But?”

  “Mmm…It doesn’t help that you’re a bit of a snug fit, you know.”

  Now I blushed, drowning in flattery before stating the obvious. “Maddy…”

  “Yes?”

  “Anyone would be a snug fit to you.” I giggled, his face plastered with a smile he tried to hide.

  He didn’t reply. Instead he shook his head modestly. “Hey, I know so. And that being said, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you? Mr. Deviant. I knew you had a darker side.”

  “Me? How so?”

  “Oh I don’t know…” for this I bit my lip before furrowing my brow to appear more intimidating, “‘You want me to fuck you? Come in you?’ ” I lowered my voice mockingly, head resting in my hand. My sly grin was coupled with a raised brow as I finished. He looked up and away in embarrassment, clutching at my hand a bit tighter.

  “Oh…mmm…Forgive m—” I clasped a hand to his mouth, his eyes wide with shock as I shushed him, kissing the ridges of his cheek.

  “Hush, Maddy, it was hot. Like really, really hot. I’m just messing with you. Okay?”

  He nodded, smiling nervously.

  “I just didn’t know you had it in you…”

  He surprised me with a brisk laugh in his throat, his chest hopping in a silent chuckle as he stared up at the ceiling.

  “What? What’s so funny?” But he only shook his head, smiling wider, unable to s
top laughing. “Tell me!”

  “Technically…” he had to pause, trying to catch his breath between laughs, his lips tightening to hold back more sniggers.

  “Oh. Oh no…” Somehow I knew where this was going. “No.”

  “You had it in you.”

  “You son of a—” I laughed, poking at his sides as he wriggled through the tickle. He soon sought revenge, raising up to tickle me before we settled into a long stare. Our big grins soon faded to smaller, more amorous ones. He caressed my cheek, brushing away the hair that stuck to it before lowering to kiss me tenderly.

  “I wish I had met you…years ago…I hate that you’ve been alone all this time…” his strokes slowed, eyes filling with a fondness as his sights grazed my face, stopping at my eyes in the end.

  “Well, you were worth the wait…”

  We stared long and hard, connecting in a bond beyond words, our hearts tugging at one another. “And now we have all the time in the world.”

  “You mean it?” I grew teary eyed. We had never sat down and really talked about where we wanted to go with this, or even what this was. I mean, how could we begin to fathom something like this in such a short time span? But hearing that filled me with a great joy.

  “Of course I mean it. Unless that’s not what you want…” Behind his happiness crept a concern, a momentary fear that it wasn’t something I wanted.

  “No, no…”

  The tears fell slowly, happily, but his face cringed in confusion.

  “No?”

  “No, I mean of course I do. Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I?”

  We overflowed with happiness, hugging each other tightly for a long while before we drifted off again, simply gazing at one another. We had at least an hour or so left of sleep to catch, and we would spend it together—today, and any other time we could.

  Two days later…

  “Mmm, Maddy that smells amazing!” Aromas of thyme-spiced lamb and buttered potatoes filled the air, and my mouth watered immensely. My fawning over his meal prep had already made him smile more than once, and I even managed to peel some potatoes between him snatching up ingredients and our passing affections.