Page 10 of Stitches

Ashes worked between my legs, his tongue doing some twisted dance on my clit while I squirmed beneath his mouth.

I couldn’t even think straight. He was all tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers, raining havoc down on me.

I wanted to scream my pleasure, but I swallowed it down. Honestly, I had no idea what I was even doing, but I loved these watchers. They angered me all too often, but they were so sweet in their own way.

I knew I shouldn’t be in Ashes’s bed with my legs spread wide, letting him eat me, when I should be doing things like painting or getting my homework done so I could get out of this nightmare.

But I’d seen the look on his face when we’d walked in. He loved me, and I loved him. He was struggling with the Sin thing. They all were. Even I was, despite my having suffered so much because of his choices.

They hadn’t told me what they’d done to him. I feared he was dead and didn’t like to think about it because it hurt my heart so much.

They were quieter. More subdued with Sin gone.

I prayed every night that they hadn’t killed him. Not because I cared for Sin, but because they did, and I didn’t want them to be hurt.

Ashes’s warm mouth on my pussy brought me careening back to the moment, the heat of my release beginning to tease me.

I’d been so nervous and embarrassed giving him head. I knew I wasn’t great at it, but he seemed to enjoy it a hell of a lot, so I figured I was doing decent enough. And now we were here, exchanging pleasures.

Ashes’s pace picked up. He slid a finger deep inside me and teased a place that made me buck beneath his mouth. He let out a growl and with his other hand, he held me down, continuing to work his magic on me.

My back arched off the bed, my release pouring out of me in a hot rush. I was making a damn mess, but I was too delirious to care as I continued to come in his mouth.

I came down, breathing hard.

My body twinged beneath him while he continued to gently clean me with his tongue, eating down all I’d given him.

Slowly, he kissed up my body until he was balanced over me on his arms, his lips and chin glistening from my mess.

The head of his cock teased against my pussy as he stared down at me. I hadn’t had sex with him. I wanted to though. I knew I did.

Would Asylum be mad? Would Seth be? Would Church? And Stitches. . .

He hadn’t tried to touch me or speak to me since the night in the cemetery.

I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.

I blinked back a tear as I stared at Ashes.

“We don’t have to,” he said softly, misinterpreting my tears.

I pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. I wanted to. Having this memory of us together would be good for me. Plus, I just wanted him. I wanted this moment with us.

“OK,” he murmured. He leaned in and kissed me gently before his lips moved along my jaw and down my neck.

I let out a shaky breath, relishing the way it felt to be loved by him.

Asher Valentine was pure fire.My firestorm.

His lips pressed against my breast before he sucked a nipple into his mouth, making me whimper.

He liked that. He liked when I made tiny noises for him.

I whimpered again as he did it to my other breast before he moved back up and kissed me once more, his dick dangerously close to entering me since he’d already slid through my folds.

He broke off the kiss and stared down at me.

“I want to see your face when I fuck you for the first time,” he whispered.

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