Chapter Twenty-Two
Angel
We were connected.
Together.
I was full of him, and I would never be the same again.
My walls fluttered around his length as I gasped for air. I’d never felt so complete in all my life.
“Baby,” he growled.
I hummed, dropping my forehead to his chest. “You feel…goodness, Asher, you feel—”
“Beautiful, I have to move or I’m going to fucking die,” he said, strained and tortured.
I nodded.
His rough instruction rained down my skin, sending goose bumps across it. “Gonna need you to hold on or lie back.”
Without thinking, I went back. He guided me, his hands at my ribs, his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts.
My back hit the cool surface of the table, and my heart stopped at the sight above me.
His muscles were taut, rippling under his tanned skin as he tried to get back in control.
His dark eyes scanned every inch of me, and when they landed on our connection, they flared with passion, the pads of his fingers pressing into me.
My knees were cocked, my panties stretched across his chest. I started to sit up and take them off, but his hand went to my throat, holding me down. “Don’t fucking move.”
“I was just…” My words fell away when he ducked his head under the lace fabric, my ankles resting on his shoulders. His skin was hot, and I was on another planet.
“Is my woman ready to be fucked now?” he asked, taking a greedy hold of my hips as he stared down at my pussy. He pulled his hips away, his cock sliding out. My back arched. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I rasped, both hands going to his forearm.
His fingers didn’t tighten around my throat as he whispered, “Never thought I’d be here. Didn’t think I’d get the chance.”
Before I could reply, he slammed back into me, forcing the air out of my lungs, the tip of his cock hitting my womb. I cried out. He grunted my name and did it again.
And again.
And again.
Over and over, building a relentless rhythm.
My nails scraped against his skin as I clawed, lifting my hips, arching my back. It was too much. He was too damn much. “Ash,” I breathed out, moaning.
“I know,” he cooed, a lock of his hair hanging in front of his forehead.
“I know. Just take my cock, baby. That’s all you have to do.
” He pressed my hips back down to the table, holding my lower half in place, our skin slapping together.
My eyes rolled back, my mouth hanging open as I tried to gasp for air.
His fingers tightened around my throat, and black dots danced in my vision.
“Oh, that’s it,” he praised. “That’s my good girl. ”
“A-Ash!”
He moved his hand to my lower stomach and pressed down, his hips slamming against mine, his cock ruining me. “That’s it,” he repeated. “Take this dick, baby. That’s all for you.”
Goose bumps covered me, and I could feel it coming, the pressure building. He adjusted his angle, and his thumb circled my clit.
My eyes closed, his name coming from my lips in a breathless plea. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could feel was him. “Want this cunt to make a mess on me, gorgeous,” he clipped, thrusting into me harder now. “Give me that.”
His hand at my throat moved to my tit, grabbing it, slapping it, and pinching my nipple all in a matter of seconds.
It was overwhelming. I cried out, my hands searching the edge of the table, something to hold on to.
He didn’t stop. It was like he couldn’t stop.
Pleasure scattered all around me, my heart pounding in my ears, his cock pounding into my pussy over and over, hitting the right spot every time.
He didn’t let up, fucking me like an animal, starved and deadly.
It was coming, and for some reason, I was too afraid to let go.
Ash was there then, his hands on either side of my head, my legs bent back, his hips slowing, grinding now. My eyes held his in the dark, our skin slick with sweat. “Give me that,” he ordered.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“You can,” he vowed, fucking me gentle now. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “That’s mine.”
“Ash—”
“I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your cunt, baby,” he murmured, kissing me. “I need it. Please.”
“I need…I need to touch myself,” I rasped.
I expected a complaint or a shred of judgment.
Hell, even for his pace to slow. Instead, he gave something else.
Something more. “Fuck, please,” he begged, his voice jagged between his pants.
“Please touch yourself.” He sat up, his hands sliding under my ass, lifting me.
His cock hit me at a different angle, sending dots through my vision and a chill across my skin.
His hand left my throat and grabbed my wrist, dragging me to our sexes.
“Let me see,” he ordered, his hips still pumping. “Show me how you come, beautiful.”
The tips of my fingers grazed over my clit, sending a shock of pleasure through me.
My jaw fell open, a sharp moan leaving me.
He dropped his head, watching us work my body, his hips moving at a steady pace.
“Jesus, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his muscles tensing.
I brought my free hand to his hair, running my fingers through it.
Drops of water fell onto my chest, adding to the sensation.
I was nearly there, but I needed his eyes.
“Please look at me,” I begged, my voice shaking as my body climbed to the peak. His head snapped up, his eyes dark.
“What is it?” His pace faltered. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t!” I cried, my fingers moving faster. “Don’t stop fucking me, Asher. Please.”
His jaw tightened and he dropped down to his forearms, caging my head. Then he pulled all the way out and slowly pushed back in. My eyes rolled back. “Yes.”
“That what you need?” he pressed gruffly.
My eyes met his again. “Don’t look away from me,” I whispered.
He didn’t.
He kept fucking, pumping his rigid cock in and out of me until my thighs were shaking again. I was close, but I couldn’t go over the edge without him. “Come with me,” I pleaded.
“God, fuck,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. He dropped his mouth to mine, giving me a kiss before pressing our foreheads together. “Yes, Angel. Anything you want.”
It was here. Goose bumps scattered across my skin, every nerve in my body lighting up for him. “Yes, yes,” I chanted, holding his eyes. All I could see was him, all I could feel was him. He was everything I needed.
“Come, Starlight.”
My back arched, his rough, dark command triggering my climax.
I cried out his name, my hand falling away.
With a growl, his thrusts increased, and he fucked me with abandon as I came all over him.
Then he buried his face in my neck and gave me a final, harsh thrust, knocking the wind out of me as he groaned my name.
I felt his cock swell inside and I’d never felt so complete.
“Are we going to talk about it?”
The question tumbled out of my mouth, laced with nervousness, as he shut the water off with his foot.
Silence followed and I wished I could say it was uncomfortable.
Perhaps then it would be easier for me to process.
However, this silence was the opposite. Downstairs, after we’d both calmed down and our pleasure subsided, reality had swept back in.
It was then I truly became aware that he’d just fucked me on my dining room table in the middle with all the blinds open.
Ash didn’t seem to care about the possibility of my grumpy neighbor having seen us. All he cared about was me, how I felt.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered, kissing me softly.
I shook my head, panting. My thighs had finally stopped shaking. “No, no. It was…that was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the best sex I’d ever had. Sex I thought I would never have, especially with him.
He smiled through the shadows, his eyes glimmering with passion. “Storm’s over. Take a bath with me?”
That was the easiest yes I’d ever said. He carried me upstairs, set me on the toilet, and started a bath for us.
I didn’t have to tell him where to find the bath salts or the bubbles.
I watched as he commanded my small sliver of heaven on this earth, finding everything we needed.
When he started lighting my row of candles on the windowsill, my heart skipped a beat.
And though I’d never bathed or showered with anyone else in my thirty-four years of life, I felt comfortable here.
With him. It was becoming blatantly clear that Ash could be more than just a lover or a friend to me.
He could also be my safe space.
A deep rumble came from his chest as he shifted behind me, stretching his arms out on either side of the tub.
It was a miracle we both fit in here, given how tall we were.
His feet were resting on the ledge, giving me the room to stretch out.
I watched the water around me gently sway, the sight reminding me of how he’d come back into my life.
Not to destroy, but to change it in a way I could handle.
“Like this tub,” he noted.
I looked into the bedroom, starting at the corner of my bed where my journal was. I hadn’t written in days. My brain was fogged, muddled, and I needed to sort it out. A soft sigh left me, knowing his secrets would be kept. “I guess that’s a no then.”
“If you want to, we can,” he answered, surprising me. His large body folded over my back as he sat up, his chin resting atop my head. “Lean back against me. You’re not relaxing.”
“How can I when you told me you went to hell for me?” I whispered. “How can you be so calm after what just happened between us?”
“Because what just happened between us was a gift,” he murmured. “A dream.”
And here I was, trying to ruin it because my brain didn’t know how to shut the hell up.
“I know that.” I needed answers. Agent Masters’ words were still ringing in my head. There were parts of our story missing. His parts. I need to know what had happened to him.