Page 42 of Ashes

Clearly, this was no exception.

I couldn’t deal with his shit right now though. I had one last night to see my specter, and I wasn’t going to waste it dwelling on shit I couldn’t fix for Sin.

I stepped into her room and locked the door behind me before I dragged a chair over and barred the handle.

If I only got one last night with her, I wasn’t going to be disturbed.

I moved to her bedside and stared down at her. Her gaze was focused on the ceiling.

“Hey, specter,” I greeted her softly. I leaned down and brushed my lips against her cool cheek. “I missed you today.”

I took up residence in the chair at her bedside and held her hand.

“I didn’t write some paper for Sister May. She tried to call me out in class, and I barely reacted. That has to mean something, right?”

She didn’t answer me. Not like I expected her to.

“I don’t know if anyone told you yet. But Stitches won’t be visiting anytime soon. He hurt himself. He tried to h-hang himself in his closet because I accepted that Seth w-won,” my voice cracked. “I don’t really think he won, baby, but I don’t have any proof to fight him with. All I know is I heard you screaming my name. But it wasn’t me who made you scream. It was him. So to the victor go the spoils.”

I grew quiet as I sat beside her, watching through the window as the sun gave way to the horizon and night fell, my hand wrapped firmly around hers.

I fucking missed her. It was eating my soul. My heart. My fucking mind. And this was my last night with her.

Knowing I wouldn’t be able to touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her again.

She had to be in there. She had to come back to me.

Ideas swirled rapidly through my brain as I tried to come up with a last-ditch idea to make this right. To keep her mine.

I finally settled on one.

I rose to my feet and stared down at her.

Gingerly, I reached out and eased her blankets down her body then ran my hand along her silky thigh. She didn’t move.

I let my hand wander higher until I was at her panties. Gently, I brushed my fingers over her cotton-clad heat, my cock growing hard in my pants.

She didn’t react to my touch.

Come on, Dante. She’s in there. Fucking force her out. . . It’s your last shot.

I pushed her hospital gown up, revealing her bare breasts. Bending down, I kissed along the soft mounds, sucking and nibbling as I went. When I reached one pink, pebbled bud, I sucked it gently into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before I moved to the other one.

Still nothing from her.

Anger began to eat at me.

She loved me. I knew she did.

I dragged her panties down her thighs, spread her legs apart, and climbed onto the bed. Settling between her legs, I licked up her hot center. She flinched beneath my tongue, making me eager to get more of a reaction from her.

I did it over and over again, listening as her breathing grew quicker. I flicked my tongue over her clit before I sucked and nibbled, putting all my moves on repeat until warmth flowed from her pretty, pink pussy onto my waiting tongue.

Her lips parted, and she whimpered softly.

There it was.

A reaction.

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