Page 15 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
"Oh, God!" I choke, my insides liquefying with my approaching climax.
"That's it, Ivy, get yourself off on my hand," he encourages, bending to suckle at my nipples.
I hear a keening sound and realize it's me as I come so hard that I almost blackout. Before I have a chance to recover, he plunges inside me with one powerful thrust.
"Ohgodohgodohgod!" I chant, pulling my knees up by his hips so he can go deeper, harder.
His mouth attacks my body, grazing his teeth along my neck and biting at my nipples as he ruts against me like a wild animal. And I love it, love every hard, rough thrust of his hipsagainst mine.
He rolls us over so I'm straddling him, and his hands drop to my hips. "I want you to ride me. I want to watch your tits bounce as you get yourself off on my cock," he demands, reaching up to pluck at my nipples.
No need to ask me twice. I undulate my hips, lifting off him before sinking down again. My head lolls back on my shoulders as I move my hips, surging against him and taking him deep.
"That's it, Kitten. Ride me hard. God, you're so fucking incredible, every inch of you."
His words spur me on, and I ride him harder and faster, working us both toward a release of epic proportions.
"I'm close! So, so close!" I gasp, my internal muscles tightening with the onslaught of another orgasm.
Ash rises, wrapping an arm around me as he pistons his hips. Our bodies come together with wet slaps as his balls bounce off my ass cheeks. His other hand spears into my hair, pulling me down for his kiss, and I scream my climax into his mouth, squirting my juices all over his thighs.
He grunts and spasms and then becomes still as he unloads himself inside me withone final shout of ecstasy.
Slowly, slowly, I come back down to earth, slumped and spent, my body draped over his.
"Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we stay like this forever?"
I can hear the smile in his voice as he replies, "Forever is a long time, Kitten."
I lift my head, resting my chin on his chest as I look up at him, seeing all my love for him reflected in his eyes. "Not nearly long enough.
Epilogue 1
Ashton
It’s time. I’ve claimed my woman in every sense of the word apart from the official one. I’m an old-fashioned fucker, and I want the piece of paper saying she’s mine and I’m hers.
It’s just Kathy, Ivy, and me at the registry office. Ivy didn’t want an extravagant ceremony. She wants me however she can get me—words she uttered two nights ago as I buried my face in her sweet pussy until she screamed my name.
While Ivy may be happy with a non-traditional wedding, she was adamant about sticking to the tradition of not seeing each other the night before the ceremony. It’s bad luck, apparently. I don’t believe in bad luck—I believe you make your ownluck. It’s an unshakeable belief that’s put me at the top of my profession.
I wasn’t happy about being away from Ivy for twenty-four hours, but it was important to her. And there’s nothing I won’t do for my soon-to-be-wife. So, last night was the first time we didn’t sleep in the same bed since I brought her to my apartment three months ago.
Three months of fucking bliss with the woman who owns every part of me. I’d move heaven and earth to see her beautiful smile. And I’d sell my soul to the devil to ensure she’s safe because there is no me without her.
I shove my shaking hands into the pockets of my expensive suit while I wait for Ivy and Kathy to arrive. Kathy took me to one side to give me her blessing when I dropped Ivy off at her house two days ago. It lifted a weight from my shoulders I didn’t realize I was carrying. The last little splinter of guilt has been removed, and I’m ready to claim the woman I love.
As if my thoughts have summoned her, I turn to see Ivy walking toward me. She’s a fucking vision in a white dress that clings to her curves and shows a hint of her generous cleavage. My God, she’s stunning. She steals my breath, weakens my knees, and hardens my cock.
The primal part of me that’s always close to the surface when it comes to Ivy wants to rip that dress from her gorgeous body and slide home—because she is my home. We’ve had each other in every conceivable position during the past three months, but our desire for each other is never sated for long.
All her emotions are laid bare in her honey-brown eyes as they fix on mine—happiness, desire, excitement, but above all, love. We fit. It’s as simple as that.
She smiles at me, and I’m complete.
