Page 30 of Midnight Salvation

“Were you not terrified?” I asked, my head tilting back and my hips arching into him.

“Every fucking day, but what scares me is never being able to touch you. The first time you opened your pouty lips under mine you belonged only to me. I would fucking destroy anyone who ever came near you.”

His lips slammed into mine in that divine ownership that he alone possessed. I moaned into his mouth in submission even as I tried to smother the flicker of fear deep in my stomach. Our enemies were closing in around us and I was petrified they would steal Ash from me.

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Chapter Ten

Lucrezia

My dress slid down my body to form a red pool at my feet, like blood spreading out across the floor. Ash’s hand caressed up my arms to attach my hands into soft leather cuffs above my head.

I stood inside a metal circular frame with my arms stretched above me, dressed in nothing more than the underwear Ash bought me for tonight and my stilettos. He lifted my feet into the slots at the bottom of the frame.

“I’ll not clamp you into position in case it’s too much for you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder, his hands resting on my hips.

This frame had slid out from against the wall to lock in position in the centre of the room. Ash slowly walked around me to study me and desire snaked through my veins. Tonight, he was dark and dangerous dressed all in black, his mask leaving nothing but his mouth and chin on display. Even his hair looked darker in this light.

He stood in front of me with his hands clasped behind his back and I wished that I could squeeze my thighs together. Ash looked like he’d walked straight from a fantasy and into this room. He was a lethal predator who sheathed his claws in velvet only for me.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now.” I’d agreed to let him record this tonight since we were both wearing masks. I didn’t realise these rooms were equipped with cameras and audio, and since I’d not been able to face the outside experience, this was as risqué as I dared.

I didn’t need to. The expression in his eyes said everything he was feeling. Over the past few weeks I realised those eyes were cold and hard around others. I was the only person who saw the real man and the emotions he felt. Ash devoured me with his stare, taking in every piece of me as if he was trying to store it in his mind.

“Ash,” I whimpered, needing his touch, his heat that reminded me that I was alive.

He stepped forward, the pads of his fingers tracing over me from my shoulders to my waist. He left a wanton need where he touched, my skin responding to him with goosebumps that rose as if seeking his attention. He trailed a single finger from my open lips down the centre of me until he reached my panties. His soft lips followed the path of his fingertip down my body, guiding my responses. The flesh of my abdomen was stretched with my arms elevated overhead, so the touch of his lips and tongue felt more acute. My breasts were offered to him, spilling over the fabric of my sheer bra.

A soft moan escaped me when his mouth closed over the fabric to suck my left breast. The texture of the bra made me squirm as my hardened nipple rubbed against it. It was exquisite torment that left me standing on my tiptoes so I could arch my back to demand more attention. Ash moved to my other breast, the soft fabric and delicate feathers of his mask brushing against my sensitive skin.

I wanted to thread my fingers through his thick hair the way I did when we were in bed together. My arms secured above my head deprived me of that pleasure. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming as he flicked my lace-clad nipple with his tongue.

If he kept this up, he was going to kill me, or my ovaries were going to explode.

“Ash,” I whispered in desperate need.

He stood straight, his fierce gaze boring into mine. “What do you need?”

I tried to wrap my leg around his waist, but he caught my ankle and returned it to the holder. He towered over me, his hands cupping my shoulders. “Do that again and I’ll have to strap you into place. If you slip, you could dislocate your shoulder.”

My eyes widened. Sex had never been a dangerous adventure sport before.

His lips touched and caressed my ear as he continued. “You wanted to try this world, now be a good girl and let me enjoy you.” I opened my mouth to protest, but his kiss swallowed everything I was about to say. His tongue teased mine until I was breathless, and my legs wobbled.

“Stay still,” Ash warned when he broke away, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. My neck arched as I watched him kiss a path down the central line of my body until he reached the needy flesh between my thighs.

His eyes met mine as his thumb tugged the scrap of lace covering my modesty to the side. I moaned, my eyelids stealing the light from my world as they fluttered shut. His tongue slipped between my bottom lips to tease me and find my clit. My hands grasped the soft leather of my restraints as his finger slipped inside me to slowly rub that magical spot that made the muscles of my ass clench.

He devoured me like a ravenous man who was eating for the first time in weeks. I wanted to widen my legs, but my movements were restricted in this position. The pressure in my lower stomach began to grow and throb into life. It expanded with every lick, pulsed with every movement of his finger until I was a writhing mass of nerve twitches and muscle spasms. He pushed me through the first orgasm and continued to fuck me with his mouth, adding another finger as he rubbed my g-spot until I wanted to scream and escape because it was too much.

The second orgasm was deeper and more explosive than the first, almost as if the previous orgasm had only been a warm-up for the main event. It started in my womb, Ash stoking a fire there that burned with a ravenous lust. It spread through my veins like lava, setting my senses alight until I exploded. My entire body shook, my fingers gripping the restraints at my wrists to try and ground myself. The scream that escaped me sounded almost animalistic as my orgasm threatened to vaporise my insides.

I was desperately trying to breathe when Ash stood up in front of me. He was still pristine in his tailored suit. His kiss allowed me to taste my release on his tongue even as my insides trembled with the force of what had happened.

“You doing okay?” Ash asked against my mouth and I slowly nodded.

He moved across the room to a cupboard. There were a lot of scary-looking instruments hanging inside or sitting on shelves when he opened the double doors. He lifted a sealed bag and ripped it open.

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