Page 55 of Ashes of Saints

I’ll care another day.

Right now, I want him to fill me in every possible way.

Parker straightens, sucks his fingers, and tears off his jacket, shirt, and pants. I stand there hopelessly watching, shaking from all the desire slicing through me.

Parker smirks, then reaches for my top, tugging it over my head. Next, my bra disappears and I’m left with just my socks on.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He rumbles deep inside his chest.

I take in his tanned and sculptured body, half covered in the sexiest tattoos I’ve even seen. I could almost get lost in them, but his cock is long, thick, and hard, demanding attention.

Parker grips it and begins to stroke.

“He has wanted you for a long time, Aurora.”

My eyes lift to him, wondering if there is another meaning behind his words. They’re dark. Experienced. Dangerous.

This man feels like he’s too much for me. Like giving myself to him completely will change my life. I promise myself right there and then, I won’t fall in love with him.

I hope I can keep that promise as I step closer and place my hand over his. Parker releases his cock and gives it to me while our eyes remain locked.

“Put it in your mouth.” He tells me with such gravel, I just melt to my knees.

Taking a moment to lick the head and enjoy the sight of such a nice cock, I take a handful of his balls and then slowly slide my mouth over his entire shaft.

“Fuck me,” Parker groans above me, and I see him grip the counter.

In his other hand, he takes a handful of my hair and begins to force himself down my throat. I fight the effort and try to do it slow, but this is a man who demands control and likes it fast.

I give him complete control.

He takes it and goes deep.

Just before I start gagging, I glance up and his deadly intense eyes are glaring at me. I see hate blending with lust and wonder why.

Those blue eyes.

So familiar and—

“Swallow my come,” Parker demands. “You will take every fucking last drop.”

Spit is dribbling from my mouth as I fight for oxygen, gripping his arm above my neck. Then I feel his hot sperm erupt in my throat as he cries out.

Oh god.

I can’t breathe.

Just as I think I’m about to pass out, he releases me and I drop my hands to the ground, pulling in breath after breath.

Who is this man?

Am I truly in danger?

A few seconds later, Parker brushes the hair off the side of my face and lifts it so I have to look at him.

“We aren’t done here.” He pulls me to my feet, then scoops me up into his arms. “Where’s the bedroom?”

I shake with need, wanting him to fill my pussy, while also mentally wondering where my phone is and if I should call for help.

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