Ascension - Book Eight - Man x Man

Chapter 138 (M)

My lips refused to leave his as he takes me. Every kiss felt more desperate than the last, and my fingers knotted in his hair. I'm racked with emotion, love for this man, insaitable lust, and the heart wrenching reality that I was going to have to let him go to learn this without me. I had walked the path of a magic user my entire life, I knew the dedication it would take to learn magic such as this. 

Our baby couldn't risk a mistake, I feel a tear slip from the corner of my eye as I hold onto him tighter, wanting more, needing more. My hand slips to clutch his jaw, and his own broad palm covers the back of my fingers, moving my hand to wrap around his throat. 

"Never question who owns me. Who I will always come back to." His voice is low, hard, I swallow as I meet his icy gaze and curse at the sight and scent of him. I flip us over in one quick pass, shoving him onto his back as I straddle those sinful hips, trying not to let on just how dizzy the quick maneuver made me. 

His lightened skin was chilled under my burning fingertips, resting my hands on his stomach, I lock eyes with this feral man as I lower myself onto him with a breathless gasp, my body rigid. "Don't push yourself.." he manages, and yet his face is so consumed with desire for me, I can't help but chase more of the sensation. He feels so good, my body shivers with animalistic urges that threaten to hamper my inhibitions. I wanted to be careful, but I also needed to be had.

"Fuck, Nic-" Verando manages as I press my hand firmly onto his chest. 

"Stay." My voice is gravely rumble, surprising me with the masculine edge, "If you are my property, then you'll do as I say until I'm completely satisfied. I want to watch you come undone beneath me." My fingers trail over where the gnarly scars used to be, still trying to come to terms with the smoothness of his skin. 

They were gone, truly gone, erased as if they'd never been without even the faintest reminder. Verando flinches over the feather light touch of my finger tips, I can't resist twisting a pierced nipple, kneading and groping the full pectoral muscle under my greedy finger tips. 

How many times had we tried, and failed, to repair that shoulder? 

"Am I too different now?" He manages, surprising me out of my stupor and locking eyes with me once more. I run my hand through my hair, trying to gain my bearings as I slowly move my hips and cause us both to moan. "You don't have to stay... if this is to much..."

"You're perfect," I tell him, returning my hand to his throat, locking eyes with my reborn warlord. There was no pulse under my finger tips, it was almost as if he'd been remade from stone. "Beyond perfect. Did you already forget my warning, what I wished to do with what belonged to me?"  

Growling back at me, I can't help but smirk at that spark of defiance. I must look a mess, as if I was struggling with some inner turmoil, when in fact I was trying to reason with myself that there was some possible way I could manage to steal away with him once more.

"Bold words from someone in such a delicate state. I would almost think you truly were threatening me." His hand cups my cheek, I bite the meat of his palm, rolling my hips against him as my eyes roll with the sensation, shutting briefly as I kiss his wrist. The scent of him was overwhelming me, it was something I was thankful for, that this part hadn't changed. 

He was mine, still mine, and still my warlord. 

"I'm glad you're as foolish as I hoped you be, because I don't think I can ever let you go now. There was a time when I could be selfless, but now that I'm damned for eternity... the sin I'll never atone for is that you belong to me in your entirety. I don't think I have it in me to see you with anyone, to know you could be with anyone else."