Page 43 of Falling for Ash
“Hold on,” he growled, every inch of him attuned to his female.
So attuned, in fact, Ash missed the pair of glowing eyes watching from beyond the thorny expanse of bushes that warned Purgatory dwellers they were too close to the border.
Having her there with him was too much for his senses. He needed to possess her. Wanted to claim her. Was dying to sink into the heaven that awaited him between her perfectly thick thighs.
“Ashhhhh,” she whimpered, pressing her lush body firmly against his while she nuzzled his jaw and neck, sending all available oxygen south of his belt buckle.
Fuuucckk.
“Hurry.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. Moving through shadows was something not every Demon was gifted with, but Ash was very old and very powerful. The urgency with which he found himself moving would have created quite the scene had he not slipped into shadow at the end of town, only to reemerge just outside his own back door.
“Boss? Can I help the good mistress?” Ernie scuttled toward them.
The Imp quickly turned around, a small squeak of surprise escaped his mouth as he shielded his vision from the sight of Ash’s naked mate wrapped around him.
Smart.
Very smart.
“Go home, Ernie. We won’t be needing you,” Ash growled, tucking his wings back into the shadow realm while Gabby started unbuttoning buttons and tugging on his belt.
“Yes, boss!” Ernie said, scrambling away.
Ash heard the approval in his servant’s voice but paid it no mind. His heart was racing, palms sweating, and everything in him was focused on one ultimate goal.
To claim Gabriella.
Here.
Now.
And for always.
Her hands worked together with his, and Ash was undressed in under a minute. Still, it was too long to be separated from her. Burning need rose, engulfing him swiftly in an inferno of desire. He reveled in the flames licking at his skin as he nudged Gabriella down onto the new mattress and sheets Ernie had so quickly provided.
Good Imp.
He deserves a raise.
Ash would ensure it. Later though. Much, much later.
“Ash,” his mate whispered his name, whimpering as his hands brushed over her silken skin tentatively, reverently.
He wanted to memorize every smooth inch of her. To commit even the smallest detail, every nuance of her physique, to his eternal memory. So soft. So beautiful.
“Gabriella,” he growled deep in his throat.
Her name was lovely too. It suits her, he thought as she lifted herself onto her knees, hands on his shoulders as she pressed her sweet, soft form to his muscular chest. Ash hissed at the contact, swallowing her responding moan as he crashed his mouth to hers.
He wanted to woo her. Should have been able to, given his extensive history. But for the first time in his life, the Demon of Lust was rendered undone by this sweet, mostly human vixen. Like a virgin, Ash’s hands trembled as he took her in his arms, swallowing her exquisite flavors with every lap of his tongue against hers.
“More,” he growled, insatiable for her.
Ash pressed his lips to her ear, her neck, licking a trail to her collarbone and down to the rounded perfection of her breasts. Gabriella moaned, hands clutching his hair as she threw her head back, lips parted. She was so fucking beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her, but nothing could make him close his eyes or turn away from her.
Neither wild horses, nor hordes of the soulless could force his eyes away. No force in the universe could make him stop gazing at the only woman in the world who owned him body, heart, mind, and soul. His need was immeasurable. And even greater was the desire to please her.
