Page 95 of May: Bloom & Bane

A deep growl vibrates through the rim. The vines cinch tighter. Before I can draw another breath, Ashán’s skeletal hand slides up the outside of my thigh, locking his fingers around my hip. He dives forward, his mouth crashing between my legs. His long, thick tongue drags straight up my wet center, parting my lips in one greedy stroke. He groans into me, the sound muffled as he buries his face deeper, lapping at me ravenously. Every lick is filthy and loud. He sucks my clit between his lips, rolling it against his tongue before releasing it with a wet pop, only to plunge his tongue inside me. His grip on my hips tightens, bone digging into flesh as he holds me open for his mouth. Sage’s hand slides under my ass, lifting me so Ashán can force his tongue deeper. Each slick thrust makes my thighs quiver.

My head falls back. “Ohh—oh my God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He growls in approval and doubles down, licking faster, messier, until my slick and his saliva drips down my thighs into the water.

“So close,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his wet hair to pull him closer. His tongue curls inside me, pressing against a spot that makes my toes curl. “Right there. Oh my God, right there.”

He stays there, rubbing, licking, sucking until my whole body locks up. I come with a pathetic sob, my thighs clamping hard around his skull. He licks me through it, drinking every pulse and flutter, his tongue working me through the aftershocks until I’m shaking uncontrollably. Only then does he ease off, pressing one last filthy kiss to my throbbing clit before lifting his head.

His face is covered with me, slick dripping down his chin.

“He says…” Sage rasps, his chest heaving as he looks down at me. “He finally understands why mortals pray before meals.”

He rises over me, his warm hand coming up to frame my face.

“Eden.” The two voices layer together as he settles between my thighs. The thick head of his cock nudges against my swollen flesh. He drags his length through my slickness, coating himself before rolling his hips and sliding against my aching clit. The head catches on my entrance with every stroke, threatening to slip inside. My whole body jerks toward him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Please,” I breathe, my hands gripping his hips, nails biting into his muscle. “Don’t make me ask you again⁠—”

He cuts me off with his mouth, kissing me greedily, letting me taste myself on his tongue. At the same time, his hips drive forward with a slow push.

“Saevúra—” he moans into my mouth.

The thick head of his cock stretches my entrance, and my breath catches sharply in my throat. He freezes. His mouth lifts an inch from mine, hands coming down to flank my hips, bracing his weight as he holds himself right at the threshold.

I glance up at him.

He’s huge, and whoever made that definitely didn’t have a human in mind to receive it.

“Eden,” he murmurs. “Breathe for me.”

“You’re—” I laugh. “Sage, you’re very⁠—”

“I know.” His forehead drops to mine. “We’ll go slow. We have all the time that has ever existed.”

He presses forward, a single inch, and the stretch burns.

“I have you,” he whispers.

—SAGE

Talk her through it, Ashán growls.

I know how to talk her through it just fine.

“You’re doing so well,” I manage against her temple, holding my body still though every instinct is screaming to thrust inside her.

Filthier, he rasps.

—What?

Her body listens better when you stop being so polite. You saw it on the canvas. She goes soft when you tell her what she’s doing to you, he says.

I hate that he’s right. I hate him. But I do it anyway.

“You are so tight, Eden,” I murmur against her jaw, my thumb stroking the curve of her hip. “The sweetest, tightest thing I have ever had wrapped around me.”