Page 47 of Falling for Ash
“I know what you mean,” he whispered, lifting his own mug to his lips.
“Can you read my mind?”
“Sort of,” he grinned. “It’s like I can hear part of you inside, but I think that’s because you’re projecting your feelings to me.”
“That’s not fair,” she said, smiling, though it freaked her out a bit.
I am just as vulnerable, my love.
Gabby gasped. She’d heard his words clear as a bell, but his lips were currently occupied as he drank from his mug. He replaced it on the tray and took her hands, smiling at her shocked surprise.
“It is all part of the matebond,” he explained.
“You are my mate,” she whispered, awestruck by the fact.
Her chest warmed at the announcement. The steady thudding of that wondrous muscle beat inside of her, seeming to hasten at the mere thought of him. Gabby closed her eyes, trying to get a hold of her emotions. It was all so fast, but last night, right now, it all felt so very right.
“I know, love. I have had over a thousand years on this plane. I have been aware of the miracle of fated mates, and yet all that time and knowledge could not have prepared me for the reality. Truth is, I’ve never felt anything like this.”
“Me either. Is it crazy? I mean, should we slow down?”
“Do you want to slow down?” Ash asked, head cocked to the side.
Gabby giggled and lifted a piece of perfectly cooked bacon to her mouth.
“I suppose that would be like trying to put a lid on a hurricane.”
“I think you might be right,” he replied, eyes twinkling.
“So, is this what you meant by mates?”
Ash stilled at her prodding question, but she had to know. Needed to have her own suspicions validated with words. Maybe that was her human side talking, after all, the she-Wolf seemed to feel it without words.
“Yes, love,” he replied with a quiet intensity she felt echoing inside her own heart. “You are my fated mate, Gabriella. Last night, we claimed one another with our bites. Our bond is strong, unbreakable, my love. I know it seems fast, but the feelings I have for you?—”
“I have them too,” she replied, cutting him off.
Happiness bloomed in the bedroom as they chatted and ate. It was wonderfully intimate and yet felt as natural to Gabby as breathing. After they finished, he led her to the shower, adjusting the knobs until the water reached the perfect temperature.
“Come here,” Ash said, a wicked grin on his handsome face.
His skin glowed like alabaster as he stepped backward into the spray of water. The hot liquid sluiced over his shoulder, running over his muscular frame like loving hands. He did not have to beckon to her twice. Gabby was more than willing to follow him.
“How’s the water?” he asked, kissing her cheek and nuzzling her neck as his hands gently skimmed her body.
“Mmm,” she whispered, hardly able to form words when he was touching her like that.
For a Sunday school teacher, Gabby had hidden depths to her passion that she’d never been aware of. At least not until Ash brought them out of her. Whether it was his sheer skill, or the fact she was already head over heels in love with the Demon that made their lovemaking so sweet, she had no idea.
All she really knew was if he stopped doing what he was doing right then, she’d turn into a puddle of goo at his feet. He had a way of turning her inside out with a mere caress, a simple slide of skin on skin, and mouth on flesh.
Please don’t stop.
Her body shivered with anticipation. The promise of his touch fanning the flames of her need for him until she was whimpering with it. Gabby gasped aloud as his long tongue twirled around one taut nipple. The talented appendage lavished attention on one then the other breast until she was pulling on his hair, wanting him everywhere at once. Ash dropped to his knees in front of her, worshipping her like she was some kind of goddess.
“You are my goddess, sweet. I want to worship you. Let me,” he begged, suckling at her breast while his hands spread her legs apart, allowing him access to her molten heat.
Gabby whimpered at the first brush of his thumb over her clit. Already soaked and desperate for him, she moaned aloud when he pierced her core with two thick fingers, circling the tiny nubbin the entire time. Clutching his head to her breast, she leaned against the cool tile, loving the way it felt in contrast to the warm water and Ash’s scorching attentions.
