31. Lorraine
Chapter Thirty-One
Lorraine
W e finally reached the cabin. It felt like we’d walked for days. My body trembled, and I was out of breath. Still, I felt a lot better than I had when I’d woken up in the car. I’d thought I was done for at one point. I’d thought it was all over.
But somehow, Ash had found me. He came for me and saved me.
“Are you okay?” Ash asked when we stepped into the cabin. His eyes were filled with concern.
“I’ll be fine,” I said in a breathy voice. “I just feel…” I wasn’t sure what words to use to describe how I felt. I felt much better than I had, but something still wasn’t quite right. “I don’t know what I feel.”
Ash stepped closer to me and ran his fingers through my blonde hair, pushing it out of my face.
“I thought I lost you,” he murmured.
“I thought so, too. How did you find me?”
“You showed me.”
I looked up at him. His eyes were drowning in emotion, and he caressed my face. His fingertips were gentle, but an electric spark flowed through them whenever he made contact with my skin. It was always like this when Ash touched me. Everything about him was magnetic, electric, mesmerizing.
At first, I hadn’t wanted to lose myself in it. Now, I wanted it. I wanted to drown in Ash, to drink him in until I couldn’t take any more. A part of me so deep inside ached for him.
Ash studied my face, looking for signs that something was wrong. I let my eyes slide to his mouth. I lifted a hand and touched my fingertips to his lips.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
“Now isn’t the time,” Ash said.
I shook my head. “I don’t care. I need you.” Where were those words coming from? I hadn’t thought them, hadn’t meant to say them.
“This isn’t over,” Ash reminded me. “They’re going to come for you. We have to be ready.”
“We have time,” I said. “I need you, Ash.”
I still didn’t know where the words were coming from. I just knew that I needed to be with Ash, as close as we could possibly get. Something wasn’t right, and Ash was the one who could fix that for me. It had something to do with magic. I didn’t understand magic, and I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew I needed this.
I needed Ash to take me, to claim me as his own. I needed him to fix whatever was wrong. His magic was the way to do it.
The atmosphere shifted between us, growing thick. I stroked my thumb along his lower lip, and Ash’s eyes changed, growing darker and filling with need.
“How do you do this to me?” he growled.
“What?” I asked.
He shook his head, not willing to put it into words. Instead, he kissed me.
When his lips touched mine, the rest of the world fell away. The electric current that I’d come to know as his magic flowed from him to me through our touch, and I moaned softly into his mouth. My body responded to his, and I stepped closer, pushing our bodies together.
Closer, closer—I needed to be as close as I could possibly get. Heat washed through my body and pooled between my legs. Ash pulled me tightly against him, giving in to the need that grew stronger and stronger between us.
My nerve endings were on fire. I was hyperaware of how close Ash was to me, his hands cradling my cheeks. Slowly, he slid one hand down my neck, over my collarbone, and onto my chest.
I swallowed hard. My breathing came in shallow gasps, and my skin was on fire where Ash cupped my breast through the cotton dress I still wore. Ash growled into my mouth, the sound I’d come to associate with his need for me.
I breathed hard, already coming undone at the seams for him. Ash kissed me, touching me with a certainty that only fueled my desire for him.
Ash wrapped one arm around my waist and ground his cock against me. He was thick and hard and ready in his pants. He massaged my breast with his other hand, making me melt into a puddle of need. My nipple was hard in his palm as he cupped me.
I slid my hands around Ash’s neck, stretching my body up. Ash rubbed his thumb over my nipple, and I gasped—his attention sent sparks of need straight to my pussy. I wanted him inside me. I wanted us naked and writhing, our slick bodies against each other, claiming whatever it was I felt I’d lost somewhere along the way.
Ash let go of me, stepping back, and he ripped the dress off me so I was naked. The movement was swift, the sound of the ripping material making me yelp.
“Better,” he said.
“You’re not naked,” I pointed out.
Ash got rid of his shirt in one swoop. I reached for his pants and pulled them over his hips. When I set his cock free, it sprung up hard and eager, the tip slick with lust.
Ash spun me around, pushing his cock against my ass, and he massaged my breast with one hand. He pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it until I gasped. His other hand slid between my legs, and he pushed it into my slit. I cried out when his fingers found my clit, rubbing it in circles. Ash was reducing me to a being of pure, raw need.
Ash balanced me between his two hands, and I felt his cock against my ass. I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me. I craved the feel of him filling me up.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, Ash paid his attention to my pussy, rubbing me faster and faster so that I gasped and moaned, on the verge of an orgasm. Between him tweaking my nipple and flicking my clit as if there was no tomorrow, it didn’t take long before I came.
I cried out, my legs buckling as pleasure washed over me, threatening to rip me apart. The orgasm was incredible, and I let out a silent cry of pure bliss, my mouth stretched in a silent O.
Ash let go of my breast and turned my face to him, kissing me over my shoulder. He still cupped my pussy, and I breathed hard through my nose as his tongue slipped into my mouth again.
When I came down from my sexual high, breathing hard, Ash spun me around again. He kissed me, pushing me up against the wall. This was where it had all started, where he’d gone down on me the first time. This was where I’d lost myself and he’d found me again, and where the journey with him had started.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Ash sank to his knees. He lifted my leg, and I tossed it over his shoulder. He closed his mouth over my pussy, and I cried out when he licked and sucked me. It was almost a recreation of that first day.
He didn’t push me to a second orgasm, but soon he let go of me and stood. He lifted me, taking me with him, and carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the mattress. It took me a moment to realize that the mess that had been here when I’d been taken had been cleared up. The cabin looked like nothing had happened here at all.
“How does this place look fine?” I asked. “Is it magic?”
Ash shook his head. “We don’t possess magic that cleans. It was probably Philotes.”
I wanted to reply to that, but Ash pushed me backward and lay between my legs. My thighs fell open for him, and I gasped when he pushed against my entrance, erasing all thoughts from my mind.
When he slid into me, I cried out.
Ash lay on top of me, and as he slid into me again, filling me up, I let out a loud moan. When he was buried deep inside me, Ash paused, looking me in the eyes. He stroked his fingers down my cheek, his breath coming in trembling gasps just as mine did.
“I thought I lost you,” he said softly.
“You came for me,” I answered.
“It’s my fault.”
“Don’t,” I said. The last thing I wanted was for him to blame himself for what had happened. He’d come to save me, and I was here again. That was the only thing that mattered.
Ash moved inside me, sliding in and out. He kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, and I offered a trembling moan against his lips as he pumped in and out of me harder and faster. His chest pressed against mine, forcing the breath in and out of my lungs as he fucked me harder and harder, and when he broke the kiss, I moaned in rhythm with his thrusts. His bare skin was hot against mine, branding me.
The more he fucked me, working me into a frenzy, the more the magic rose around us. It spilled out of Ash and into the room, pushing into the corners until I felt like we were drowning in it.
But the magic didn’t just fill the room. It filled me, flooding the bits and pieces of me that felt like they’d gone missing when those men had taken me away from here.
“What’s happening?” I gasped.
“The magic is making sure everything is as it should be,” Ash said.
I shook my head. I didn’t understand.
Ash didn’t let me think about it too much longer. He planted another kiss on my mouth before he rocked his hips faster still, pumping into me with a renewed determination. I let go of whatever thoughts or questions I had and gave myself over to the feeling of Ash inside me, moving fast, giving me what I craved. His hips moved against mine, my breasts mashed against his chest as he rocked my body back and forth on the bed.
A flame ignited inside me, growing with every stroke of his cock until it was a raging furnace. I cried out when pleasure erupted, washing over my body. I fell apart, and Ash was right there with me, holding me together as I orgasmed. I wrapped my legs around his waist as Ash planted kisses on my mouth, swallowing my cries.
I held onto his thick shoulders for dear life, holding on as the pure pleasure transported me, glowing inside me like a beam of light and somehow making me whole again. There was so much magic around me, inside me, that it seemed to spill out of me. I cried out and writhed on the bed, clinging to Ash.
He gritted his teeth and grunted. As if deciding he wasn’t willing to keep holding back, he kicked into a new gear and fucked me like he’d never fucked me before. He rammed into me hard and fast, balls slapping against my ass, and I cried out as he prolonged my orgasm. His strokes shortened, his pace quickening even more, and a moment later, he barked a sharp cry and buried himself inside me as deep as he could go.
The magic that surrounded us started to glow, making Ash’s skin shimmer. A bright light flooded the room, and we clung to each other, riding out the storm together. As the orgasm wrapped itself around both of us, I felt all the energy I’d lost return, and I became stronger again. Whole when I’d felt like a part of me had gone missing.
I didn’t know what was happening, but whatever it was, it wasn’t bad. On the contrary, something that felt this amazing could only be good.
When the pleasure finally subsided, Ash and I breathed hard. My heart hammered against my ribs. His brow was slick with sweat, and our skin was slippery against each other.
“What was that?” I asked.
Ash dropped himself next to me. “You’re restored. Now that you’re back here, the magic made right what I fucked up.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
Ash opened his mouth to say something, but he jerked his head up and strained his ears. I tried to hear what he was listening for, but I couldn’t make out anything other than the babbling brook not too far from my bedroom window and the leaves rustling with the wind.
“Something’s coming,” Ash said.
He got up from the bed, muscular and perfectly sculpted, and walked to the window without attempting to cover up.
“What is it?” I asked. “Are they here for me?”
Ash frowned. “I… don’t know. I thought they would be, but this feels different.”
“Different?” I asked. “What do you mean? What do you feel?”
Ash turned back to me. He had a strange expression on his face.
“Magic,” he said.