Chained to the Devil’s Daughter (Mating the Elements #1)

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Searra

O h, rings below. The whines that spilled from me then were foreign and lewd, like a gryffion in heat. Ash’ren snapped our hips together, groaning against my mouth as his thick length pressed against my core.

Any trepidation of whether we still belonged together, whether we could ever belong to one another again, burned away, until there was nothing but two bodies and nine years of desire.

“Ash.” His name tumbled out between kisses along his neck, where my lips grazed many new scars. My hands shoved up the back of his tunic and ran along welts, bumps, and cracks in his fissures, signs of what he’d lived through.

“Again!” he barked. “Say it again.”

“A-Ash,” I cried as his hips rocked against mine. His hands slid under my skirt and scraped along my inner thighs, claws out.

“Fuck, love bug,” he groaned, grazing my dampened panties. He hooked his finger through the front of them, rubbing one knuckle gently through my slick seam. “All these years and your pretty cunt still wettens at the sight of me.”

I tried to giggle but choked on it when that finger slid inside, shallow but probing. He then brought it to his mouth and sucked it bare. His eyelids fluttered back and— rings —I clung to him as he swayed on his feet.

“Shut up and kiss me, Ash.”

I half expected him to argue. He used to tease that I shone the brightest when trying to force people to be happy, second only to when I came around his cock. Both things he attempted to do as much as possible, often playing the grump just to watch me burn.

I tasted no arguments on his lips now, only a hesitant hunger. He’d not been this shy of a kisser since we were little. I tried to deepen the kiss but he chuckled against my mouth.

“Is this real?” His raw voice sank teeth into my heart. “If not, you must tell me now. I can’t—I can’t lose you again.”

“Ash,” I whispered. “It’s me. Promise.”

That unleashed his inner beast. He claimed my mouth fiercely, all hesitance replaced with untampered hunger. I lost myself in his kisses, their taste of smoke and dust. I melted against him, knees dropping to the sides to allow him the space to grind against my sex.

“I’ll savor you, Firefly,” he spoke with a deadly edge like the dirty promises were deathly vows. “I’ll eat your cunt until you’ve no drop left. I’ll fuck you slow until you’re ready again, and I’ll wring every drop of pleasure from your body, over and over and over. I’ll make love to you. And when my knot is buried inside you, I’ll strum you until you’ve coated it with your sweet nectar.”

“Ash,” I whimpered. His words were enticing, but I needed him now.

He laughed, then took my hand and slid it down his trousers. The feel of his warm, throbbing cock, stoked the depth of my need. It was so hard that if I threw it, it would break through petrified magma, slickness dribbling from its tip already. He guided my hand down the shaft, further, until my fingers were spread wide over the enormous bulge there. True fear bloomed in my core, mingling with excitement.

“Don’t worry, Firefly.” If his voice were deadly before, it was death incarnate now, with my hand stroking his knot. “I’ll do all of that and more, but right now, I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m going to fuck your poor cunt the way it needs right now. Oh, how your pretty cunt has missed me, Firefly. You’re fucking soaked.”

His finger slipped inside my drenched panties and curved, claw slicing through the useless lace. That same finger slipped clawless into my pussy, a new wave of bliss rippling through me. My head fell back and by the grace of the Forgotten Gods, I was somehow able to retain enough control to continue stroking him. I gathered the steadily dripping liquid from his tip and slathered it along his cock.

“P-please,” I begged.

Ash chuckled. He slid another finger inside, pumping into me, his thumb to the side of where I needed it.

“Ask, Firefly, and it’s yours.”

“You. I need you.”

“I’m already yours,” he said with a ragged voice.

His cock bobbed free and probed at my entrance. God’s fucking tits, how had that thing ever fit? I grimaced and forced myself not to twitch backward as the thick head tried to breach me.

“Firefly— unff —have you not been fucked all these years?”

Of course not. If I’d agreed to lay with any of my suitors, they would’ve claimed my hand, and my father would’ve happily agreed. Casual hookups were not my thing. I’d tried—many times, actually—but couldn’t follow through, until the cycle became my subconscious seeking self-sabotage. Existential death via sex with strangers. In truth, I wanted no one but Ash.

“A queen satisfies herself,” I jested. His laughter morphed into another low growl.

“Never again.”

“You’re to be my personal pleasure attendant?”

“A position I hold in high regard,” he replied, his breaths coming in short pants around the words.

“Good, because there appears to be an oo-ooo-opening, oh rings!”

I dropped all attempts at banter and surrendered to pure sensation as Ash’ren bottomed out inside me. Our breaths blended, hot enough I knew he was barely in control. I wasn’t playing with fire, I was fucking it.

His arms closed around me and neither of us moved except to hold one another tighter.

“Firefly.”

His grip tightened, some of the heat dissipating. I squeezed my thighs around him, driving him deeper, drawing gasps from us both. He pressed tender kisses up my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, until more tears burned beneath my lids.

“Closer,” I demanded. My muscles strained with how tightly I clung to him. He was everywhere, his desert musk, his wildfire warmth, his pulsing length inside my pussy. He wasn’t close enough.

“I’ll never leave you again,” he vowed. He rocked his hips, and we moaned in harmony. “Yours. Always.”

My hands tangled in his hair. Another gentle rock and I lost myself in the rhythm of him. Proof that he was here.