Page 49 of Ashes to Ashes

“I’m exhausted, Ash.”

“You don’t have to do a thing. Just let me love you one more time,” he said, sliding his sweat-slicked bodyaway.

Instinctively I reached for him, but was held in place by my bindings. “Ash?”

“Shh, just relax.” Ash laid a feather-light kiss to me cheek and then began untying my knots. When my wrists were free, he massaged my fingers and worked out the stiffness in my limbs before laying me flat on my back. And then he started massaging my whole body, starting at the arch of my foot and working his way up. And through it all, my blindfold stayed in place, keeping my senses on alert and wholly trained on his movements.

A lifetime later, I floated on a cloud of sated bliss.

When Ash’s lips met mine, I opened to him and he licked his way inside, the musky taste of our lovemaking lingering on his tongue. As he kissed me with languid strokes, he nudged my knees apart and settled his hips between my thighs, his heavy cock resting against my core. Ash rolled his hips against my slit, his crown teasing myseam.

“Let me in Rae,” he whispered, and I was powerless against his plea. I dropped my knee, and opened to him. But before he entered me, he untied my blindfold.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but as my vision came back, I focused in on the look on his face. I’d never seen him that happy. That content. With our eyes locked, he sheathed himself to the root, and I gasped at the fullness ofhim.

Ash held still and kissed me again—reverently, worshipfully. He pulled back and whispered my name before dropping another quick kiss to my lips as he rolled hips against me in a slow wave. With each thrust, my eyes roved his face, taking in his thick beard, the dimple I’d only glimpsed once or twice before, his high cheekbones.

“Ash,” I whispered, bringing my hand to his cheek.

He turned and kissed my palm. “Thank you, baby,” he said, rocking gently against me. “Thank you so fuckingmuch.”

When he surged forward, my heart shattered. On his next thrust, it reformed. And when a few minutes later he came moaning my name, my past was burned to the ground. Ash was the future.

He was myhome.

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