Page 31 of Rising from the Ashes

Shaking my head, I blink one more time before returning his hard gaze, “Hmmm…?”

“Whatever you decide…I’m here,” He pauses, rubbing his hands up my back.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

My eyes widen at the familiar words, and I am catapulted back to that night. Being carried out of the burning factory, the flames dancing around us. My senses feel heightened as if I can even smell the smoke again.

“It was you.”

I stand up, stumbling away from him. “That night…Y-you saved me.”

He stands up and strides over to me, “Please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know how to tell you once I recognized you and realized who you were.”

“Mad? How could I be mad at you? I’ve been wanting to thank you.”

The tears spill out of my eyes, tears I haven't been able to release since that night.

“You saved my life. You saved me, Shado.”

He cups my face. “That night…” He pauses. “You saved a part of me. I was in a really dark place. Something about you changed that.”

My tears continue flowing as he looks at me. “Why phoenix? Of all names? He calls you that.”

“Because I escaped from the fiery hell of my old life. That feeble little girl he thought he knew became strong and resurrected into a warrior.”

Grabbing his hand, I guide him up the steps that lead into the interior of the house, bringing him to the bedroom.

Closing the door behind us, I turn to him, pulling him to me, tears still streaming down my face. He swipes his thumbs at the tears as they continue to fall.

“Shado, I need...” I breathe out, sniffling between my words.

Picking me up, he cups his hands under my ass and leads us to my bed, setting me down softly.

Standing in front of me, he lifts my shirt up and over my head, “I’ll be whatever you need, Calista.”

My hands slide up his black tank top, signaling for him to take it off. He pulls it over his head, throwing it to the floor.

Shimmying out of my jeans, I kick them off with my feet, hearing them fall off the bed, as he pulls his pants and boxers off. He climbs onto the bed and crawls over me.

I’m only wearing my lace panties and bra and his eyes trail across my body, licking his lips before he presses small kisses against my neck down to my collarbone.

“Take the pain away, Shado. Please,” I plead, arching my back and gripping at his arms, desperate to wash away the memories of that night.

His hot breath leaves a trail down my neck as his tongue glides down between my breasts, to my stomach, down to my pelvic bone. He lightly peppers kisses across my skin and each hip bone, while tangling his fingers into the lace fabric. I gasp when I hear a light pop as he rips my panties off and throws them to the side. Positioning himself between my legs, he carefully props them on his shoulders. Smiling up at me, he uses his fingers to spread me open as his tongue lightly flicks my sensitive nerve endings.

I claw at his head, frantically writhing on the bed. “Shado…I n-need more.”

He drives his tongue inside me alongside two fingers, swirling expertly and brushing against my spot, while my hips buck off the bed into his face.

Growling into my pussy, he pushes his face even closer, as if he is trying to suffocate himself with my arousal.

When he looks up at me, his face is wet with my juices as he wipes his face with one hand. Pulling his fingers from me, he positions his cock at my warm entrance. He slowly pushes inside me, pulling out quickly, just giving enough of himself to tease me with the crown of his cock.

Squirming on the bed, I grip the sheets. “Shado, p-pl…”

Before I can finish, he plunges inside me to the hilt, thrusting his hips forcefully against me. His jet black eyes pierce through mine with each movement.

“Oh, God!”

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