21. Lorraine
Chapter Twenty-One
Lorraine
M y body hummed with need as we hurried back to the cabin. Ash’s hand was large, wrapped around mine, his skin burning hot. My body felt like it was on fire, too. The orgasm had been just enough to make me ache for more, and a thrill ran through me thinking about Ash’s words.
I’m not done with you yet.
God, at times like this, I wished he wouldn’t be done with me. Ever.
This wouldn’t last. It was just a fling. One day, I would go back to my own world, my own life, and leave all of this behind.
My heart sank at the thought, but I pushed it away. It wasn’t now, and it didn’t matter. We were just having fun anyway. We both knew this wasn’t going to last.
When we arrived at the cabin, Ash opened the door and led me inside. He shut the door firmly, shutting out the rest of the world—mine and his. He pulled me closer and kissed me.
His kiss was gentle. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I moaned softly. He cupped my cheeks, his large body hunched over me. While he kissed me, he gyrated his hips against mine. I leaned into him, feeling how hard he was, feeling his desperate need for me.
It echoed my own.
Ash broke the kiss, and his eyes were deep and dark with need. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and his face changed. His expression was filled with lust, but his eyes held so much affection, my throat tightened.
How could he look at me like that?
“You can’t do this to me,” I said.
Ash didn’t ask what I was talking about. He only ran his fingers down my cheek. His touch was gentle, careful, as if he didn’t want to break me. Electricity ran from his fingers, traveling through me. Heat followed on its heels and pooled between my legs. I wanted him.
Badly.
I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes.
Ash kissed me again. I sighed against him when he did. He kissed me often. We’d danced this dance so many times, but today, it felt different. Ash was tender and loving, and I didn’t know what to make of it. His lips were hot on mine, and his large hand was warm on my cheek.
Ash slid his other hand onto my neck, and his fingers wrapped around it. He could crush me if he wanted to. He was large and strong, but with him, I felt safe. It wasn’t just because he’d saved me from Oscar’s guys. Something about Ash was possessive, and I didn’t hate the idea that I belonged to him.
What are you thinking?
I couldn’t fall for Ash. I couldn’t think this way—it wasn’t going to last. I had to keep reminding myself of that.
I stopped thinking when Ash slid his hand onto my breast. My nipples tightened, and he kneaded and massaged me through the flimsy material of the dress. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me and taste him.
As if he could read my mind, he let go of me, found the hem of my dress, and pulled it up and over my head in a swift motion. I’d only lifted up my arms, and I was completely naked. I’d gotten used to not wearing any underwear.
In times like these, that was perfectly fine by me.
Ash kissed his way down my neck and onto my chest. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he did. My breath came in ragged gasps between his kisses. His attention to my nipples sent sparks of pure need to my pussy, making me wetter and wetter.
Ash moved his mouth lower still, nipping the sensitive skin on the swell of one breast with his teeth. The burst of pain only made me want him that much more. I moaned loudly. I wanted him to fuck me.
He took his time. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and worshipped it—licking, sucking, teasing—before he moved to the other and started the process all over again. His lazy attention drove me crazy. It felt incredible, but fuck, I wanted more.
Ash finally let go of my nipples and returned to my mouth. He wrapped his thick arms around me and pulled me closer, but I shook my head and stepped back.
“If I’m going to be naked, I want you naked, too,” I said.
Ash’s eyes darkened, and he chuckled. He pulled off his shirt and dumped it on the floor. I stared at his muscles as they flexed and rippled under his skin. God, I could stare at him forever. I would never get enough of how incredible his body was.
“Can you make your body that amazing because you’re a shapeshifter?” I asked.
“What?”
“Is it natural for you to look like that?”
Ash’s eyes danced with amusement. “I just look like this. I mean, I didn’t choose what form I can shapeshift into.”
I reached up and ran my fingers over his chiseled chest before moving down his abs. His muscles clenched when my touch tickled him, making him look even hotter.
“Hmm,” I said, and looked up at him again.
He chuckled again.
I reached for his pants and pulled them down. I’d been serious when I’d said I wanted us both naked. He’d only gotten rid of his shirt.
His cock was thick and hard, standing at attention, ready for action. His thick flesh was mesmerizing. I stared, my breathing becoming shallow and erratic with lust for him.
I reached for him. When I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, Ash sucked in his breath through his teeth, and his expression turned hungry.
What a coincidence. I was hungry, too.
I ran my fingers up and down his shaft, and Ash groaned. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, sending shivers over my shoulders and my arms. When he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, I gasped for breath. He cupped one breast and nibbled on my neck. I struggled to think straight.
His free hand slid between my legs. I’d tried to be the one to pleasure him, but he was all over me again, rendering me useless. I moaned when he pushed his fingers into my wet slit and circled my clit. I widened my stance, allowing him some room, and Ash took it as an invitation. He pushed his fingers into me.
Slowly, he finger-fucked me, and I leaned my forehead against his chest with a groan. No matter how he touched me, it felt incredible.
When he let go of me, I breathed hard. I sank to my knees before he could do anything else. I had a plan, and I was losing track of it.
I glanced up at Ash, still holding onto his cock. His eyes were dark with need, and I leaned forward. I sucked him into my mouth, one hand at the base of his cock, and Ash groaned through gritted teeth.
He pushed his hand into my hair and encouraged me to take him deeper, pushing gently against the back of my head. I sucked him in deeper and deeper, and Ash bit out curse words in a language I didn’t know. His mutterings were rough, ancient, and fucking sexy.
I sucked him faster. Ash gasped in rhythm with my head bobbing back and forth, and he rocked his hips forward as I sucked on him.
“Lorraine,” Ash bit out in a thick voice.
I stopped, his cock still in my mouth, and looked up at him.
“Come,” he said.
When I let go of him, he pulled me up, leading me to the bedroom. In the room, he spun me around so that my back was to him, and he curled his body around me. He cupped my breasts and my pussy, kissing me over my shoulder.
He moved his hand to my hip and pushed against my back with his other hand, bending me over. I caught myself on the bed.
Ash guided his cock to my entrance, holding onto my hips with both hands, and slid into me. I cried out when his cock penetrated me, pushing into me until he was buried inside of me.
I shivered and gasped, and Ash allowed me a moment to adjust to the feel of him. He leaned over me and pushed his hand between my legs. He found my clit and rubbed it in circles again. I gasped and trembled, another orgasm already starting at my core. Ash’s attention to my clit drove me crazy while his thick cock inside of me filled me up to bursting.
On the verge of an orgasm, I moaned loudly, pleading for a release. Ash kept me on the edge, and my body ached for the wave of pleasure that would come with an orgasm.
When he let go of me, I complained, but he pulled back and rammed his cock into me. I cried out. It wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it felt fucking incredible. Ash fucked me harder and harder, pumping into me at breakneck speed. He hadn’t taken the time to build up, his tenderness from a moment ago gone, and I braced myself on the bed. My breasts jiggled back and forth as he fucked me, and the orgasm that had faded when he’d let go of me came back in full force.
It only took a few more thrusts, and I cried out as the next wave of pleasure hit me. My arms weakened, my legs turned to jelly, and I collapsed my chest onto the bed, my ass in the air. If it wasn’t for Ash’s hands on my hips, I would have fallen, but he held me up as he continued to fuck me.
His balls slapped against my pussy, his fingers dug into my hips, and his continued stroking in and out of me only prolonged my orgasm. The sounds of our sex filled the room, and I couldn’t think about anything but the sheer ecstasy I was drowning in.
My body tightened around his cock, my muscles contracting around him as I orgasmed. Finally, after what felt like forever, I came down from my sexual high.
Ash stopped fucking me and pulled out. I collapsed onto the bed, panting. I rolled over when Ash crawled onto the mattress, and he pulled me up with him as if I weighed nothing. My head was on the pillow as he planted kisses over my body—on my stomach, my chest, my neck, my lips.
His cock was hard and glistening, dragging a slick line of our sex over my body as he ground himself against me. I loved it. It felt like he was marking me, making me his own.
I shouldn’t have wanted it as much as I did. What was going on with me? Logically, I knew we weren’t anything special, but it didn’t feel that way.
Ash positioned himself between my legs, and my thighs fell open for him. When he pushed his cock against my entrance, I held my breath in anticipation. We moaned in unison when he slid into me. He started moving inside me, his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy, and I gasped and sighed.
Ash kissed me between thrusts. He cupped my cheek before sliding his hand onto my breast. I arched my back, pushing myself into his hand.
My moans turned into cries as Ash abandoned kissing me and fucked me harder and harder. He was getting closer. His brows knitted together, and his face was riddled with concentration.
I traced his profile with my fingers, getting lost in the feel of him inside of me, the way his eyes drank me in.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
The compliment was unexpected. Before I could say anything, he kissed me again and fucked me harder still.
He grunted and groaned, and by his breathing and the way he pounded in and out of me, his strokes shortening, I knew he was ready to orgasm.
I was getting close, too. His cock was thick and hard and pushed up against all the right spots.
In no time, Ash thrust into me as far as he could and cursed under his breath. His cock pulsed inside me, pushing me over the edge, and we orgasmed together. Magic suddenly filled the room. It poured out of Ash as he came, wrapping around me, drawing me in. It wasn’t just magic in the room—it felt like along with Ash’s orgasm, filling me up, the magic poured into me, too.
We were connected, joined together somehow as we rode out the pleasure together. I didn’t know what I felt, just that whatever it was, it bound us together tightly. So much so that I didn’t know where I ended and Ash began.
Slowly, the orgasms faded, and we remained melded together in the aftermath of our sex. We breathed hard, our skin slick with sweat.
When Ash slipped out of me, I gasped. He lay down next to me, wrapped a thick arm around my waist, and pulled me tightly against him. We lay together, trying to catch our breath, as our pulses slowly returned to normal. The magic started to fade, too.
Despite Ash not being inside me anymore and the magic having disappeared again, the feeling of being attached to him wouldn’t go away. It felt like I was somehow still attached to Ash, bound to him in a way I didn’t understand, and when I focused really hard, I could still feel the magic dancing on my skin.
I turned my head and looked at Ash. His eyes locked on mine, and for the first time, they weren’t as guarded as they always were. He looked raw and vulnerable and completely present. The moment lasted only a heartbeat before he rolled onto his back and let out a long, contented sigh.
It had disappeared again so quickly, it could have been a figment of my imagination.
I knew it hadn’t been.