Page 10 of Midnight Salvation

He was trying to warn me, scare me into not wanting to see that aspect of him.

My hand wrapped around his wrist and legs tightened at his waist. “That man no longer exists,” I whispered. “He no longer has to face his demons alone because I stand at his side. You can try to scare me all you want, but I have no intention of going anywhere.”

He stared at me as if trying to see inside my thoughts.

“I should never have let it get this far, you’re too good for me.” His voice was haunted and the expression behind his eyes shattered me.

He allowed me to drag his hand from my throat, my arms slipping around his neck to tug him to me until our foreheads and noses touched. “We can only do this together,” I whispered. “If they manage to separate us, they’ll win.”

“The man I was before you came into my life could have had a pretend fiancée. Hell, I may have even been able to marry her and pretend we belonged together.” His eyes fluttered closed, his eyelashes kissing mine.

My lips met his, and I held him as close as I could crush him to me. This world was cold and dark enough, Ash didn’t need to heap any more blame onto himself. I felt it as the ice surrounding him slowly started to thaw and crack. His body responded to mine, and I hugged him even tighter.

Ash had confessed that he stopped kissing a long time ago. In his lifestyle, there was no requirement for the intimacy during sex. It was his kryptonite, and when I needed to bring him back to me, I used it as a weapon.

“You can tell me later what happened, but right now I need you to finish what you started,” I said against his mouth, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting down. “Hard and deep. I want to feel your imprint tomorrow.”

He reared back on his knees, hauling my hips up, his fingers spanning my ribcage to hold my lower body over the bed in his suspension-like grip. I lay helpless as he pulled my hips up to meet his. Never once did his eyes leave mine as he read my every reaction. It was hard and deep, my breathing becoming erratic as he battered into me.

My feet bounced at his sides and all the muscles on my lower abdomen complained even as that divine pressure began to burn. All I could do was grab hold of the bedclothes and try to retain whatever was left of my sanity because Ash was crushing it with every thrust of his hips.

“Ash,” I moaned, trying to arch my back to get more pressure where I needed it. He wasn’t deterred from his painfully slow, steady rhythm. I wouldn’t just feel him tomorrow, but next week as well.

My breasts bounced with every hard movement, my fingers painful from their grip on the bedclothes above my head. But that movement of his thick cock against my front wall was worth the discomfort.

I was panting, my breathing choppy as I struggled to contain the moans that were emerging from me without permission. Ash’s grunts joined them in our personal rendition of the pleasure overture. His jaw was tight, but there was an inferno burning behind his eyes, one that kept me mesmerised.

The sound of sex surrounded me, flesh slapping against flesh, his cock suctioning in and out of my wet core, our groans and moans.

“Fuck, Ash,” I moaned, my feet trying to get traction so that I could grind myself against him.

In reply, Ash’s fingers splayed out further to grip me tighter, his hips pistoning against mine in a rapid motion that set my pelvis on fire. My entire body bounced against his at the powerful movement of his hips, my mouth falling open to try and drag in much needed air.

I was too warm, my body covered in a layer of perspiration, my limbs failing me as all my energy concentrated on that friction that was driving me to the brink of madness. I tightened the muscles in my core to increase the friction and he groaned, stopping to grind his pelvis into mine.

“Just there,” I begged. “Please.”

Right now, I would give anything for the orgasm that was threatening to crest over me. I felt its power building in my stomach, a storm created from passion and fuelled by desire, lightning flashing deep inside as a promise of what was to come.

Over and over, he ploughed deep until I was cast adrift in a sea of sensation. All that remained was his gaze on mine and our bodies moving as one.

The first tendril of pleasure pulsed deep like a stone dropping into the middle of a lake. The ripples echoed out into my body until every muscle quivered and every synapse throbbed. My climax was hard and deep, leaving me shaken as I milked him dry.

His groan came from his soul, his seed spurting hot into me. When his body collapsed on me, his lips devoured mine in a solemn vow. We belonged only to each other no matter what the future held. All I could do was cling to him and hold him until my love permeated into him.

“Sorry,” Ash muttered against my ear.

“For what?”

“Losing myself to the darkness and taking it out on you.”

I stroked his damp hair and pulled his head down to rest on my shoulder. I didn’t care if I was crushed by his muscular frame. He needed someone to love him right now.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

He pushed himself onto his arms to stare down at me, his gaze moving down our bodies to where he was still lodged in me. “You’re not here for me to fuck like some hook-up at a club.”

My finger traced down his chest. “I’m here to give you what you need. If that means we fuck instead of making love every once in a while, I have no issue with that.”

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