Queen of the Ashes

Chapter Fifteen

Bougainvillea spectabilis:
passion
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Maze couldn't help but shake her head as she watched Ethan try and scrape the remains of the brunt meat out the pan, before she returned her gaze back down to her book. She had begun to read the books she had gotten Ethan - hunger not starving her to the bone was making it a lot easier to concentrate.

She was completely addicted to a new novel taking place in the late 1600s, the descriptions wakening images of her past - that is: the past of her after-life, not her actual life before that. For the first time in years she read for the mere pleasure of it again.

She ate word after word, devouring page after page -much like she had done to Ethan last night. The thought made her look up at him again. Although her face was stoic she felt her insides melt as she heard him hum softly on a tune and tilting is head from side to side to the rhythm. It felt better - so much better- not neglecting her feelings towards him. Not forcing her gaze down but allowing it to stay on him for a few more seconds, admiring his figure. He wasn't tall, not muscled, but not too skinny and small either, he was perfect. And now that Maze could expose her more natural self to him he fit just perfectly in her embrace, head tucked under her chin and face squeezed in between her breasts.

He was perfect. And it scared her a little because it made her wonder if he always had been but she had just been too blinded by her stubbornness to notice or if he never was and she was just too blinded by desire to realize it. Either way he was hers, perfect or imperfect - it didn't matter.

«F-fuck» her gaze - that had strangely enough landed on his ass- suddenly snapped up to the back of his head. She didn't know why but she suddenly felt excitement grow inside her chest before closed the book shut, and pushed it away on the table. She stood up slowly and walked up to him, making sure to do it quietly so that Ethan wouldn't notice.

She leaned over the shoulder on his left side, since his head was tilted and turned to the right. She then leaned all the way down to his ear and whispered, «something the matter?»

Her sudden presence behind him caused him to let out a startled yelp and release the grasp he had on the pan, but Maze caught it before it had the chance to fall very far. After looking behind himself to find the demon smirk at him he sighted.

«J-jeez Maze» he groaned, but Mazes smirk only grew as she raised a challenging brow. Ethan shock his head before in a supplied motion tilted his head towards the pan.

«I-its t-the meat...it's burned into the pan...w-won't budge» he answered, voice affected by the slight dumbfounded amusement bubbling in his throat that he tried but failed to suppress.

«Hmm, well then you're not applying enough pressure. Did you know any kind of resistance can be erased with just the right amount of pressure?» she murmured against his ear, lip brushing against his shell. Goosebumps raised in his nape as he tried to raise his shoulder to limit her access to his sore and highly sensitive skin, but Maze as usual didn't allow him to limit her access to anything and used her other hand to push his left shoulder down.

«But you must know that you can't just rub it without applying anything to soak the meat up first» she ran her tongue over his shell before she caught his lobe in between her teeth that grew sharper by the second. Ethan wanted to laugh at this whole situation, but as usual Maze had manipulated his body to completely stop working in his favor whenever she licked or kissed - or simply touched- him. It obeyed her entirely and neglected his orders completely.

His head screamed at him to make her stop as he really couldn't handle any more, his body being exhausted from last night and skin bruised enough to last for a lifetime, but his head down south shook in disagreement. He felt her move behind him but didn't really find himself interested in whatever she was doing until it started to deal with his problem that suddenly made a very noticeable appearance in his pj pants.