25. Andrea
25
Andrea
A sh’s tongue slips between my lips. My fingers grip his hair and press him into me harder. Our teeth scrape against one another's from our intense kisses.
He has known me from the start. Regardless of our bonded souls, he read me like a book the first moment we met. His kindness with the fabrics and this place causes my heart to flutter, only making me want him inside me even sooner.
Ash pulls away, his breaths skate across my face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He searches my eyes for the answers. I pull him back into me, our lips crashing together once again. I feel his smile against my lips before he pulls away again. He rests his forehead against mine, his hands now resting on my cheeks. “I want you to be one hundred percent sure you want to do this.”
I watch him for a beat, his piercings dully lit in the light, his perfect black hair ruffled from my hands.
“I have never been more sure than in this moment,” I mutter just above a whisper. Ash’s perfect teeth flash for a mere second before his mouth is back on mine, claiming it in a way he hasn’t before.
His hands roam over my body, stopping at the hem of my sweater and shirt. Pulling away from my mouth to allow my garments to go over my head, he tosses them to the side. His baby blue eyes drink in my breast as they swell in my bra with each heaving breath.
His eyes snap back to mine and he lowers his head until our noses nearly brush.
“Outside of these four walls, Andrea, I would drop to my knees and beg just for your eyes to grace my presence.” Ash runs his knuckles from my temple down my cheek. “But right now, you need to get on your fucking knees like the good girl you are.” The hand that was caressing my face twists in my hair and pulls until I drop to my knees.
Tears sting in my eyes from his grip on my hair. My arousal soaks my upper thighs through my underwear underneath my skirt.
Peering up at him through my lashes, I unbuckle his belt and pants. I can feel him rock hard as I slowly unzip his zipper. I pull his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.
My eyes widen slightly at how large it is… And the metal ring that is piercing it. The veins bulge all around the smooth skin and the piercing, similar to his others, at his tip.
“You can take it, baby girl, go ahead,” he whispers, his tone embodies sex itself. A lightning rod of arousal shoots through my body at his words.
I place my hand around the base of his dick and circle his head with my tongue. The cool metal of his piercing shocking my senses. Ash releases a sigh of pleasure and tilts his head. I open my mouth and begin sucking on just the head. Looking up at him, his teeth clamp on his bottom lip.
His hand that has been in my hair tightens again and holds my head still as he shoves his cock deeper into my mouth. He only pulls it back when he hits the back of my throat and I gag. Tears come to my eyes when he slowly pushes in until I gag again.
“You’re doing magnificent, little bird. I’m gonna go a little further this time okay?” His deep voice wraps around me and I nod. His hand grips my hair again as he shoves his dick down my throat a little faster this time and almost to the hilt. My hands grip his muscular thighs as the tears stream down my face from my gagging.
“Good fucking girl. Look at how well you are taking it.” His perfect smile flashes down at me right before he shoves it quickly and all the way in.
Ash’s head falls back as his moan fills the shop. He begins picking up pace as I try to quiet my gags. Tears and spit run down my face while he fucks my mouth.
“ Fuck , that’s it,” he praises me. The ball of pleasure that has been building in my core is about to explode.
My nails dig into the fabric of his pants over his thighs. I can feel him start to pulse on my tongue right before he slips out of my mouth. I take a large gasp and wipe the spit around my mouth with the back of my hand.
He puts his knuckle under my chin to raise me from my knees. I whimper as Ash’s large hands slide over my aching breast. Pulling them both out, he lowers his head and slips my nipple into his mouth.
My head falls back as his tongue swirls around my peaked nipple causing little twinges of exhilaration through my tense body. The cold air stings when he pops it out of his mouth.
Ash’s lips gently kiss mine while grabs my thighs and lifts me. My legs wrap around his waist as he sets me down on a desk with unrolled fabrics lying across it. His tip pushes against my soaked underwear.
His calloused hands run over my thighs, my skin on fire from his touch. He grabs my underwear and pulls them down, letting them drop to the ground.
Slowly, he runs his tip between my slit. My body threatens to explode just from the touch of his piercing. I sigh and moan with each pass until I am writhing on this desk for him to enter me.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispers. As soon as I suck in the air, he shoves his entire length inside of me. The sting of stretching causes me to yelp. I feel so full while my body buzzes for him to thrust me. “Eager are we?” He smiles while pulling out and ramming into me again.
“ Fuck! ” I exclaim when he hits that spot. My legs shake with each thrust of his.
“You are so fucking tight, Andrea.” I can’t form the words on my lips as he presses his all over my skin. “You were made for me,” he whispers, the desk rattling from his quick pace fills the room.
I squeeze tighter and tighter the closer I get to finishing. Our moans and my screams fill the air. The ball of pleasure starts to burst and the waves of my orgasm barrel into me.
“That’s it, ride that wave baby. Come all over my dick.” He forces the words through his heavy breaths. “ Fuck. ” His dick jerks inside of me while we reach our climax together. My nails dig into his back careful of his black wings pinched tight behind him.
My orgasm is relentless, pulsing as long as he does.
The air stills around us, only our heavy breathing fills my ears now. Ash leans down and gently kisses my cheek before slowly pulling out of me, leaving me feeling utterly empty. He slides his hand under my back and pulls me until I am sitting up again.
His pointer and middle finger run along my very soaked slit before he slips them into me. I gasp at the jolt of arousal that shot through my body again. His pierced brow lifts and his perfect smile displays on his face.
“Open,” he demands, his eyes dropping to my mouth. I slowly open my mouth. Ash brings the finger he sunk into me and places them atop my tongue. “Suck.” His eyes start to glow when I do what I am told. I suck until the saltiness from our come is gone.
“So obedient.” Another smile graces his sharp features while he pulls his fingers out, wetting my lips on the way. Ash leans forward until our noses nearly graze, “See how good we taste together? You’ll never know of another for as long as your heart beats.”
Ash’s lips press against mine, this time different from ever before. Usually, there is a hunger that can’t be satiated when he touches me. This time, it’s as if he is savoring the feel of me, drinking me in completely.
He adjusts his pants and helps dress me again. I have never felt this taken care of before by a man. Zach has tried but it never quite made me feel the way it does when Ash does it.
“I have one more place to show you.” He extends his hand toward me.
“Is this where you kidnap me and keep me in a dungeon all to yourself?” I cross my arms and smirk.
“Tempting, but that is more of my brother’s MO.” Loud laughter busts out of my mouth when I realize he is talking about Azra with Brielle. Although we were all worried sick over her, I guess she was technically in good hands. “I like your laugh.” he chuckles.
“A lot of people say it’s too loud.” I cover my mouth from habit. Ash steps forward and pulls my hand from my mouth.
“I want to kill anyone who has ever said a negative thing about you.” His baby blue eyes bounce around my face as he pushes my loose curls behind my ears.
“There is the homicidal angel I’ve heard so much about.” His brows raise and he releases another chuckle. The sound is as beautiful as the pieces he plays on his piano.
“Don’t listen to my siblings, they are terrible gossips,” he says sarcastically, pulling me behind him and out of the front door. He waves his hand and I can hear the lock click.
“So, where are we going?” He pulls me closer and his wings splay. “Oh no, I prefer my feet on the ground. Flying once was enough for me.” I try to push away but he only holds me tighter.
“It’s because you’ve never flown with me.” A quick smirk from him before his wings beat and we are off the ground. It’s just like a roller coaster but with no safety restraints.
I squeeze my eyes and tuck my head into his neck. I feel his throat bob from his laughter.
“The sunset from up here is beautiful if you’d look.”
“I can look at it on the ground.” My words sound muffled against his skin. He laughs again. Not long after, we are descending and my stomach flips.
I feel his body jolt from his feet landing on the ground. I peek around with one eye before I fully open both.
“I hate that more than the vanishing.” I wave my finger toward the sky we came down from.
Looking around, I notice we are at the other end of town, right before the wooded area that leads to the mountain where we train. A rather large cottage is nestled into the tree line. Ash signals for me to walk ahead of him to the wooden door.
“Who’s house is this?” I ask as he waves his hand over the knob similar to when he locked the shop earlier.
“Mine.” His hand rests on my lower back and pushes me through the threshold. I stifle a gasp at how cute his home is.
Right when you walk in you enter the living room, only a large couch separates it from the open kitchen. A loft hovers to the right, and bookshelves compact with books occupy the space beneath.
The soft brown of the wood compliments the warm tones of his furniture. The warm glow from the candles makes it even more cozy. Turning my head, I notice the small hallway to the left.
“My bedroom is that way if you’d like to snoop around this one too.” I hear the insinuation in his tone. I turn to him with a deadpan expression. The corner of his lips pulls into a smirk.
“About that, I—” I begin to tell him how the necklace kept calling out to me but he stops me.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself. There are things in there that once belonged to you… Well, not—” Ash starts to fumble for the correct wording. I step forward and place my hand over his scarred chest. For the first time, he doesn’t flinch.
“I understand what you’re trying to say.” His eyes soften. “It’s a very strange situation…” I sigh and drop my hand.
“How are you coping with all of this so well? Brielle knew other beings existed outside of vampires and she still was taken aback by all of this.” His hands raise from his sides. “But you haven’t flinched. Not once. You have taken it all with such grace.” Ash shakes his head and runs his knuckles across my cheek in awe.
“I’ve told you once before I’ve dreamed of worse.” My eyes drop to the floor as the nightmares I’ve had since I was a child replay in my mind. “I always knew I was different, I’ve seen this path many, many times. My parents didn’t tell me I was adopted, I asked at five years old because I watched my biological mother drop me off at the foster home in a recurring dream.”
“A dream I’ve had many times before and I never once seen her face. Could you imagine watching yourself dropped off to strangers by the one person in this world who is supposed to love you?” I quickly wipe the tear that escaped my eye. “I would do just about anything to keep the love of others, even if it pains me because it has before. So who cares how I feel about this if it means I get to save Brielle?”
Ash’s eyes bounce between mine for a silenced moment.
“I care.” The pad of his thumb wipes away another rogue tear. “I have cared since the moment I laid my eyes upon you. Before even.” Warmth blooms in my chest at Ash’s gentle voice. “When Brielle first arrived, I felt your connection with her. I don’t know how to explain it, I felt something, and I didn’t know what it was. I practically threw a tantrum when Azra brought her so close to me because I sensed the looming presence of you.”
My fingers brush the single strand of silky black hair that fell over his face and smile.
“Well, I’m here now.”