Page 75 of Pulse
“Ash,” I gasped, and I was gone, lost to him and everything else. All that mattered was the release, the pleasure and the pain.
I felt his orgasm as it erupted hot inside me, his teeth grazing against my shoulder, hands clutching me to his sweaty body. I answered by wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, locking him to me.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his grip starting to relax.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the last of the sensation ebb through my nerve endings, breathing his scent deep. We smelt like sex and sweat, musky… He was mine.
“You’re…” he muttered as he flexed his cock inside me.
“Incredible?” I asked, shivering as the movement stirred my overloaded senses.
“If there’s a better word, I don’t know it.”
His lips grazed against my forehead as our bodies began to cool in the afterglow.
“I’ll be there to help you with your anger,” I murmured. “Whatever you need.”
“I’ll be there to protect you. My life is yours.”
Shivering as Ash pulled out, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me across the studio and into the showers. A lazy grin pulled at my lips as I remembered what had happened that first night after the rabid animal fucking.
Shower sex.
Yeah, shower sex.
