Page 101 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

Ash plants a kiss on my shoulder. This one is featherlight compared to the murder of my lips earlier. And in one swift motion, he thrusts his dick into the soft folds of my core.

“Ahhhh!” I cry out. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

My hips accentuate that statement as I grind my ass into his pelvis, desperate for that exciting release. I can feel the equal frantic need in Ash as he drives his cock up into me, groaning like a beast.

“Patience beautiful,” his deep resonating voice is sharp and commanding.

I feel his hand wrap around my front, protecting my body from the counter as his thrusting becomes heavier and more powerful.

Suddenly, he stops for a moment, remains still inside me, brushes my hair to one side, leans down to my back, and softly kisses me like he’s pressed pause on the world. I can hear our lungs gasping for breath and our hearts beating out of control.

A whimper of need comes out of me.

“I love you so damn much,” he whispers, and I freeze upon hearing his announcement.

Those words alone make me feel like the luckiest person in the world. As if his love is a comforting embrace that wraps around my heart, filling every empty space with a profound sense of belonging and joy.

Rather than wait for a reply, he pulls out of me and slams back in, jolting me awake after this temporary state of limbo where my mind literally lingers over his declaration. Now, he pounds into me as his words reverberate inside my soul, igniting a fire of love, lust, and determination.

His hand sneaks lower down my front, where he finds my clit, and holds me tight against him, coordinating his thrusting with the flicking of his fingers to my super sensitive nerve endings.

My body begins to quake, and my muscles convulse as I grind my release into him before collapsing into the strength of his arms as he holds me tight and drives his cock deeper into me, harder and more powerful until he roars out his release a few minutes later. I feel his hot cum depositing inside me, and his thrusting becomes slower and sloppier until he comes to a complete halt.

Asher remains momentarily inside me.

“Stay with me forever,” I say without thinking whether I’m referring to his cock inside me or him in my life.

Surprisingly, I know deep inside I’m referring to both, and he knows it too, as I feel his cock twitch its approval.

Rather than verbally reply, he squeezes me tighter and holds me for as long as he physically can with him connected to me, and when he pulls out, he spins me to face him. It’s almost like seeing him for the first time because something changed between us now.

We’ve set on a new path, one I doubt we’ll ever be able to return from. Every haze of doubt and uncertainty that once clouded my mind has been washed away and replaced with clarity and newfound resolve. I feel empowered to face whatever challenges lie ahead, knowing that Ash’s love is a steadfast beacon that will guide me through the darkest of nights.

I deserve to fall in love again, be loved, and have faith in the outcome. I’ve grieved enough, my heart’s burned enough, and I have reclaimed that shattered part of me where I once lay crushed and traumatized. Ash’s love has liberated me from the prison where my soul lay dormant for a decade.

“I love you so much back, Ash, so much that my heart could burst with the sheer magnitude of emotion. I finally feel free from whatever shackles held me down. You inspire me to be the best version of myself, knowing that we could navigate this journey together.”

His whole face smiles at me.

“I’d love to stay with you forever and conquer life together.”

His eyes dart to my lips, and he lowers his head. Hovering a moment as he flickers his eyes up to meet mine. For a brief moment, our eyes lock, and that suspended breath between us holds the promise of something extraordinary. The world seems to pause, and the connection between our gazes communicates volumes of unspoken desire. The air crackles with electricity, and as our eyesremain locked, time itself becomes a mere bystander to the unspoken language of our hearts.

He takes my lips at last, and I shiver in his arms from the intensity of emotions that course through my body as he kisses me. I give him my all and claim a chunk of his soul. His hands move to take a possessive hold of my face as he cups it and pulls back.

For the first time, I don’t just see Asher, my friend, my bandmate, my lover, I see a man burning with passion and desire. In this exact instance, I can see the reasoning behind the madness of love.

I’ve been set free from the shackles I held myself in, and now I allow myself to fall truly and deeply in love.

Chapter 26

After a two-and-a-half-hour charter flight, a private car met us at the airport and ushered us to downtown Portland, where Quantum Records is located. It’s all happening pretty fast; one minute, we’re playing live in a dive bar downtown LA, and the next, we’ve become an online sensation, and our small gig from several days ago has close to three million views.

Jagger and Haze are convinced that aligning with a smaller indie record company, particularly one that specializes in working with the kind of music we’re making, would be the best option for us. While I may not be as business savvy as they are, the logic behind this choice makes sense, especially if it ensures the preservation of our creative freedom. On the way over, I took the initiative to research this company, discovering their reputation for an innovative approach to promoting artists. It’ll be interesting to see what they want to offer us.

The meeting room we’re in hums with anticipation as we sit across the executives of Quantum. The atmosphere is charged with excitement and nervous energy as we’re about to discuss the possibility of signing a record deal.

To be honest, I can’t help but still feel uneasy, especially considering our last encounter with Oliver Jones and the record label he wanted us to sign up with. Plus, my past experiences with negative press hang over me like a bad omen everywhere I go.

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