Page 32 of Midnight Salvation

His grunts sounded in my ear on every upstroke, and my core clenched around him in wanton need. The vibrator hadn’t had the right girth to stretch me, it had only resided in the first few inches of me. Ash’s cock stretched and filled me in a perfection that made me moan, my head falling to his shoulder in submission.

I swore that there were no orgasms left in me, but his steady rhythm awoke the greedy sexual nymph in me who wanted to submerse herself in a world where only pleasure existed and orgasms were the food of choice. He ground his hips against mine and I whimpered. My flesh was ultra-sensitive from all the pleasure I’d already received. It was too much and not enough because I craved him with an intensity that left me breathless.

I desperately sought to wrap my arms around him, my hands tugging at my restraints. I was stuck tight into this position no matter how much I wanted to curve my hips up to meet his every thrust and demand. His fingers tightened on my ass as his pace increased.

“Ash,” I panted against his shoulder.

“I know, Angel, I know.” His head rested against mine and his chest slid up and down over my breasts to make the material rub my nipples. He slowly pulled out of me and I almost wept because I’d been so close again. Ash kissed the tip of my nose and released the mechanism at the side of the wheel. It turned clockwise until I was staring at his feet. The frame tilted forward slightly so our pelvises were rubbing together.

“Ash?”

He didn’t reply but my eyes bugged when I felt him lean over me, his cock slowly pushing into me from this strange angle. My pulse pounded in my ears but I was too focused on the new sensation between my legs to notice. His thumb moved over my clit in a circular pattern, his balls rubbing when he removed his hand, until I was cast adrift on this strange new sea of sensation. Ash’s hands were the only thing anchoring me to this reality.

A deep and seductive pressure slowly stoked between my legs with every thrust. It spread into my stomach and saturated all the muscles there as they started to throb and convulse. My ears popped from the pressure of being upside down and I spiralled out of control as a wildfire of sensations tore through me with the force of a tsunami.

I thrashed in my restraints as I lost control. Nothing could have prepared me for the explosive force that detonated in my womb and mushroomed out to permeate my entire body. Ash’s cock thickened and throbbed in me as he ground his hips into mine and spurted hot into me.

When he finally pulled out, I felt empty. Even when he returned me to the correct way up, I was disorientated from the strength of that orgasm. Ash gently released my restraints, massaging feeling into each limb before he lifted me and carried me to the bed.

“You doing okay?” he asked, peppering kisses down the side of my face and neck, his teeth scraping the delicate skin where my throat and shoulder met.

“Hmmm.” I snuggled into his heat, burrowing my head into his chest.

This was what I would miss most when he left me tomorrow. Falling asleep in his arms and waking up on top of him.

“Did I finally break you with sex?” Ash arched back to stare down at me.

“No, I just want to bask in my post orgasmic glow for a little bit.”

“You’re never normally quiet after sex. Should I be concerned?”

I crawled over him, straddling his hips so that I could rest my head beside his. “I was just thinking that I was going to miss this every night.”

His arms closed around me and I settled myself on top on him like a sated koala bear. “I’ll miss it too, Angel. Just remember that, no matter what you see.”

I peeked up at him. “Should I be worried?”

“No.” He tucked my unruly hair behind my ear and reached over to a panel beside the bed and pressed a button to stop all recording in the room before he removed my mask. “The last time I told you not to believe what you saw, you went into a bit of a meltdown.”

I deserved that even though it felt like he’d tipped a jug of ice over me. “I’ll avoid all the gossip pages,” I replied. “But it’s difficult to watch another woman on the arm of the man you love.”

His hands caressed down my back. “My father is a sadistic sonofabitch. He’ll deliberately find events that you’re attending to flaunt the engagement under your nose to see our reactions.”

“I can’t do this,” I whispered. “Let’s just go and live in our beach house in Tuscany until it’s all over.”

His lips twitched. “It won’t be over until I end it. You just need to keep the faith and know that no matter what you see, it’s all an act.”

“Do I get to gouge her eyes out afterwards?”

His laugh moved his chest under me. “You can do whatever you want when this ends, because the only place I’m going is home with you.”

Sadness settled in my chest and the weight of our situation started to drag me down. The sand had nearly run out of our hourglass and our honeymoon period was about to end. I wanted to be strong for Ash, but the fear of what was waiting for us made me sick to my stomach. Our future held bloodshed and death, and fear coiled in my stomach because I didn’t know who would survive the coming war.

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Chapter Eleven

Ash

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