Page 48 of Savage in the Streets
I’m in heaven.
After my body stills, Ashton wastes no time. He doesn’t caress me gently, coaxing me into submission. Instead, he grabs me by my thighs, dragging me off the couch.
Surprised, I ask, “What’s all this about?”
He responds by flipping me over and slamming my upper body against the couch, bringing my arms to my back.
He dangles a set of handcuffs for me to see, then snaps them around my wrists.
Hell, yes!
My body ignites in fiery passion. Longing to join with his.
He separates my legs roughly, but instead of penetrating me, I feel his tongue dancing lightly along my sex, delving into my core.
Fuck…this man…
The sensations are so raw, I sob into the cushion, and when another orgasm rips through me, I nearly collapse.
But Ashton won’t allow that. He hoists me up by my waist, aligning his cock with my aching pussy.
He breaches me hard and without restraint, pumping mercilessly like a revving engine as his hand circles my body, his fingers pressing against my clit.
Oh, god—it’s too much.
Tears spill down my cheeks as he continues his relentless pursuit of pleasure, his thick cock hammering into me.
I come undone.
My body quakes as it blooms with pleasure, and that’s all it takes to push Ashton over the edge, spiraling out of control with me as we take each other down further, and further still into the bottomless pit of passion we have stewing between us.
He gasps for breath, fighting to speak. I don’t know why he even puts forth the effort.
“Bailey. I know I shouldn’t say this. But I have to.”
I swallow, trying to catch my breath. Fighting to keep my head straight.
“I love you. I never want to let you go. I want your conditional bail to be forever. So you’ll never leave me.”
He releases me from the handcuffs, and I quickly turn toward him, diving into his arms, pressing my cheek to his chest.
“I love you too, Ash,” I confess. “You’re the only one I love. The only one I’ll ever love.”
Chapter 13
Bailey
Drunk on love.That’s the only way to describe the days that follow the pretrial conference.
We fuck insatiably, in every room of Ashton’s penthouse. On the balcony. Even on the elevator, knowing there’d be a camera and quite possibly someone watching.
We blend together, unable to tell where one of us stops, and the other begins.
He talks of bringing me around the world, traveling to Paris, Spain, and Tuscany.
But all I care about is that wherever I am, I’m with him.
We just have to make it through the trial, then we’ll belong to each other.
