Page 10 of Midnight Revelations

“Being useless at relationships, and needy, and hurting you earlier.”

His mouth covered mine to swallow the rest of what I wanted to say. My arms struggled to free themselves from his iron-clad grip because I desperately needed to touch him and reassure myself he was safe.

I’d craved this kiss earlier, and I opened myself to Ash, his tongue invading my mouth to negotiate the terms of my surrender. I needed him, and he came for me. It was all that mattered. No one else ever came when I needed them, I had to fit into their schedule.

“On the bed, Angel,” Ash muttered against my lips. “I need you tonight.”

My silk kimono fell to the floor and I unhooked my bra and let it follow. I bent over to remove my stockings, but his hands grasped my hips.

“Leave the stockings and shoes on.” His voice was deep and husky, sending pulses of desire deep into my stomach. Ash kissed a trail of seduction down my spine, making me bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. He gently pushed me toward the bed and watched as I climbed on and presented myself to him.

He toed off his shoes, his trousers following the rest of his clothes. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he peeled his boxer briefs off to reveal what my heated core desired most. There was a large, angry red cut on his upper right thigh, and he looked like he’d been through the wars, but none of that mattered since he was here.

I held my hands out to him and viewed him crawling toward me. Ash settled himself in the cradle of my thighs, his erection rubbing my delicate flesh. I moaned when his lips met mine. He’d taken me hard and fast earlier, imprinting himself on me. Now, Ash was once again the gentle lover who’d coaxed me and taught me how to respond to him. I loved both sides to him. Tonight, I needed this because his injuries had left me shaken more than I cared to admit.

Our limbs were intertwined, our bodies moved perfectly in sync with one another as Ash reminded me what it felt like to be cherished. His fingertips traced meridian lines along my flesh, his lips following. Every time I thought he couldn’t make me squirm any more, he found another area that made my breath catch and my core desperately clench in wanton need.

I lost track of time between the deep, drugging kisses. I yearned for Ash deep inside me but at the same time loved this exploration of our bodies. Before I had been too timid to fully appreciate him. Now the pads of my fingers learnt the pathways of his body, the mountains and valleys of his muscles, the hardness he possessed from hours of training. It was my turn to find all the places that made him groan or his spine arch.

When he finally stretched me to thrust oh so deep that I mewled, my body was coated in a layer of perspiration. My legs wrapped around his, my shoes and stockings lost long ago in his erotic full body massage. My nails dug into his ass to hold him as closely as possible until we weren’t two lovers, but one love. Our two hearts thudded an echoing beat to each other since we were pressed so tightly together. My lips moved with his until I could barely breathe.

Ash leisurely undulated his body over mine, his cock barely moving yet stimulating me. He rotated his hips and ground them deeply into me until my pelvis was on fire. I wanted to scream at him to move, yet my hands on his ass kept him tight to me. I felt full and stretched and unable to move. The overriding emotion was completeness. Ash was an enigma of a man, so complex that he left me confused and unable to process my feelings some days. In the middle of whatever we were doing right now, I realised that he completed me. This wasn’t sex, this was something that went deeper, searched inside my soul to find all my hidden recesses and piece me back together again.

I was suffocating under the weight of his body and all the emotions that flowed through me. Ash allowed me to roll him onto his back, my legs clamped on either side of his lean hips and I bit into my bottom lip to slowly rise and fall over him. His hands curved around my ass to guide my rhythm before they traced up my sides and to my breasts. Ash pushed himself up, his mouth tormenting one breast, while his thumb thrummed the other.

Everything was too much and not enough, our bodies creating a sacred symphony that only we knew the music to. How the hell would I ever go back to existing without this man in my life? I grabbed his head in my hands and kissed him like my life depended on it. He followed me every step of the way, devouring me until there was nothing left but sensation alone.

Ash rolled me onto my back, his hips pounding into mine. He was going to kill me because there was no way I could take any more right now. He’d performed some sort of magic on me because I was ready to splinter into a million pieces, every one of them engraved with his name.

My head dug into the pillow as my entire body bowed into his.

I was on fire, an erotic fire that snaked through my veins and culminated in lava flowing between my legs. Ash continued to pump deep into me, his gaze boring deep into mine.

“Please,” I whimpered a desperate plea.

His fingers linked through mine to pin my hands at either side of my head. My entire body moved up the bed with the force of his thrusts until I felt him throb inside me.

Everything culminated in the perfect storm—our bodies moving as one, my womb releasing a detonation that sparked an orgasm that could be considered lethal, and his cock exploding to fill me with his cum. Every muscle went rigid as my climax tore through me, my neurons spasming with heady release. I could live or die in this moment because pleasure numbed me to everything but the man collapsing on top of me.

I clung to him since this relationship was more than my virgin heart had ever dreamed, Ash was real and not imaginary. He held my heart in his hands and taught me how to live.

When we finally mustered the energy to move, we lay propped up on a pile of pillows talking low in the darkness of the room. I missed this more than anything from when I returned to Tuscany.

Ash’s fingers pushed my hair back from my face. “Has Lucas been behaving?” he asked, his lips skimming my forehead.

“No, he’s ranged from demanding I dissolve our partnership to trying to make me feel guilty for not telling him about my business.”

“That sounds about right. Jordan had to get in his face when he kept phoning me. He knew we were on a mission, but his need for control was stronger than our need for safety.”

I touched a bruise on his side. “How did all these injuries happen?” I didn’t want to talk about Papa anymore.

His hand covered mine. “You don’t need to know about my life.”

I stiffened and leaned back to stare up into his face. “This reminds me of what started our first disagreement.”

He peered down at me for ages before he sighed. “I don’t want you to see this part of my life. I want you only to have what remains of my humanity.”

I kissed his chest. “I need to see all parts of you, Ash. That’s the only way I can understand and protect you.”

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