Page 45 of Falling for Ash
Ash knew then, nothing was ever going to be the same. His thick cock sheathed in her tight channel like a perfectly fitted glove. The deep, steady pace he set had sweat beading on his brow, and his focus intent on every nuance of response from her.
Gabriella was sublime in her submission. She opened and accepted every thrust and flex, cradling him in her heat with an open willingness that stole his breath. Ash had never felt such intense passion, such pure unadulterated bliss, and all because of her, his sweet Gabriella.
Mine.
Mate.
No one knew better than he the many facets of lovemaking, but Ash would swear before any and all that his sweet, sultry mate taught him things he’d never known were even possible. Every sigh, each breathy moan dragged from her sweet lips was a reward for his efforts, and he doubled, tripled them, wanting more of her headlong response.
“Please,” she begged, and he obliged, giving her everything he could, all he had.
How could he not?
All he wanted to do was give her pleasure, to show her how much he loved her with his body. He worked her hard and fast, readying for the moment when she first shattered around him. Fuck, he could hardly breathe with wanting her.
Her walls tightened, gripping his shaft like a velvet vise. Gabriella’s nails raked down his back, the sweet bite of pain making this, his claiming her, all the more erotic. Ash was lost in sensation, even as he felt his fangs descend and his wings and tail ripple in and out of this plane of existence.
“Need you to come, my love. Need it now so that I may claim you,” he growled, his voice so deep and guttural he barely recognized it himself.
His Demon urged him on. The dark beast within him urging him to take her harder, faster, deeper. To claim her with his mating mark and complete the bond they had begun simply by meeting. For the first time since his chat with Lucifer, Ash entertained the idea that he was destined for a mate. More than entertained, he knew it without a doubt.
Gabriella Keen was his.
His one and true fated mate.
“Yes, yes,” Gabriella replied, as if she read his mind. Maybe she was. Beads of sweat dotted her brow as she clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
With a passionate snarl, Ash took her waist as he rose to his knees, lifting her with him. He pressed her back into the cushioned headboard, flexing, circling, plunging into her with quick, hard, deft movements. Holding onto his own ecstasy was almost impossible, but he managed, up until he felt the first wave of orgasm ripple through her sumptuous body.
“Mine. You’re mine, sweet Gabriella, always,” he growled, and struck, biting her on the neck and sealing her fate as his one and only.
Possessive much?
Fuck yes.
Pleasure howled through his veins as Ash growled and swallowed down her sweet blood. He took three pulls on her neck, sealing the matebond firmly between them. He would have no doubts, no halfway claims. No way. Gabriella was his. Even if he had to fight all of Heaven and Hell for her, he would.
Licking the puncture marks closed, Ash grunted, hips still pumping as she climaxed again, his name spilling from her open lips. His own orgasm tore through him, increasing in strength and endurance with the sudden burst of pain that erupted from his left shoulder.
Holy fuck.
She has staked her claim!
Pleasure erupted like the tide, washing over and through him like nothing he’d ever felt. The sight of her head bowed, and her mouth around his flesh as she gifted him with her bite was something Ash had never dreamed would happen.
She claimed him back!
The gorgeous she-Wolf had bitten him. Gifting him with her mating mark.
Him.
The Demon of Lust.
A Prince of Hell.
Pride and bliss raced through his veins until he felt as if his heart would explode.
Ash was alone no more. His whole life he’d believed himself cursed and doomed, but this creature, this beautiful, miraculous woman, had proved him wrong. Gabriella Keen was so much more than Wolf and woman.
