Page 13 of Witch's Exile
"You were out like a light. Did you sleep any better?"
"Where's Sal?" I asked, slowly coming out of my disorientation.
"Patrolling the surrounding area with those animal senses of his." His fingers stroked through my hair. "You were still sleeping deeply this morning so we switched shifts on holding you." He dropped a kiss to my head. "Lucky me."
I slid off his warm torso to the cooler mattress and stretched out next to him, his blue eyes enjoying the view.
"I do feel better," I realized. I felt refreshed and well-rested for the first time in days. My subconscious encounter with Seth was still jarring and confused me to no end, but it didn't fill me with dread and terror like all the previous nightmares since we got here.
"That's great to hear." Ash smiled and reached over to rest a hand on my thigh. "So a different dream this time? Maybe our walk through the shadows revealed some things after all?"
I didn't know how to answer him. Seth heavily insinuated he had support in Hell despite not being a demon at all. And that arrogant fucking asshole attempted to seduce me? Making room in my harem? His audacity made my blood boil.
"Deja."
Ash's voice grew low and husky. His fingers trailed from my outer hip to inside my thigh, skimming across the pool of wetness surrounding my vulva.
"Holy fuck. You're soaking, love," he said in a low, growling thunder as his eyes lifted to meet mine.
A breath of silence passed between us before I grabbed his handsome face and crashed my lips to his. In the next moment he rolled on top of me, moaning hotly as his tongue assaulted mine.
My nails raked across his scalp and down his back, my eyes just barely open as slits but I needed to see him.Thisman made me wet, with his glorious fallen angel's body I knew so well and pleasured me hundreds of thousands of times.Notthat sneaky, conniving, arrogant asshole I saw in my dream.
I splayed my legs apart and glued them to the sides of his hips as I worked his shorts down. His mouth dragged down my neck, the bristles of his beard igniting the nerves in my sensitive flesh. I needed him in every one of my senses. I needed my body to remember how badly it wanted Ash. How he smelled, tasted, and how good he felt inside me.
The image of the stormy-eyed man sitting in a candlelit circle needed to be burned from my mind like an old photograph. I had all the love and pleasure I needed right here in my arms.
"I need you," I whispered desperately as he grew thick and hard between my legs.
"You have me," Ash murmured between bites and rough kisses moving lower down my body. "All of me."
He took my nipple between his teeth, making me cry out. When he lunged his hips forward, he filled me up so suddenly it choked off my scream.
"Fuck," he groaned against my skin as he pushed forward, sheathing himself completely. "Nothing on earth, heaven, or Hell feels as good as being inside you."
His kiss swallowed my moans as his hips rolled forward and back in a rhythm of pleasure and need. With a possessive grip, he lifted my pelvis off the bed to crash against me at a deeper angle. Each of his thrusts felt like the most spine-tingling lightning shooting up from my clit. I couldn't catch a steady breath as my pleasure threshold spiked higher and higher.
My first orgasm crashed all around us as I clutched onto him, desperate for something solid to hold onto. The waves of intensity shooting through me were so overwhelming, I thought I might leave my body.
"Ash, yes. Don't stop," I whimpered.
I felt my angel in every pore of my skin, every muscle and every nerve. The stormy-eyed bastard's face was finally gone from my mind as Ash filled me up again and again. Nothing could replace this, or any one of my lovers. My heart and body were full, with no room for anyone else.
We rocked the headboard against the wall as my first orgasm rolled into another. My body became a live wire, jolting at every delicious thrust, every breathless kiss, every tingle of my scalp as Ash wound my hair around his fist.
"Lilith," Ash rasped my original name against my throat. "I swear God made you for me. You are too fucking perfect. I can never get over how amazing you feel."
"He did make me for you." I turned my head to nip at his earlobe. "And now he's fucking jealous he'll never have me like you do."
Our moans became one sound as he deepened his thrusts, stiffening like concrete inside me before unleashing his release. He shuddered and convulsed, the pleasure etched into his face as he got me off one last time before he began to soften.
He rolled off me but took me in his arms to lay on his chest, his heartbeat thrumming rapidly against my ear. We panted in unison as I curled my legs up against his side, fully sated and content.
"So anyway." He snaked an arm around me and shot me a wily smirk. "Whatdidyou dream about last night?"
Ugh. God fucking damnit.
Just when I got that asshole off my mind, he went right back there again. I could see him smirking like a smug bastard about it now.
