Page 15 of Stitches

I couldn’t handle it.

I was sick of hanging out on the back burner while shit happened around me. I needed to be in fucking charge.

Quietly, I crept into Ashes’s room and stood at the edge of his bed and stared down at my specter in his arms, the moonlight cutting a sliver over their bodies.

I wasn’t sure how long I stood there, taking in her beauty and the way his hand rested on the curve of her waist over her white nightgown. When she finally rolled away from him, my heart sped up, my cock aching to be buried inside her tight heat.

I had issues. It wasn’t like I tried to deny who I was. Apologizing for being the creature I was wasn’t something I wasted time doing, nor did I try to deny myself my wants, which was why I reached out and gently trailed my knuckles along her delicate jaw, watching as her chest moved in and out slowly.

Fuck, I wanted her.

Licking my lips, I reached into my pajama bottoms and gave my cock a tight stroke, my breath shuddering beneath the rolling desire rushing through my veins.

There was no way stroking my dick was going to soothe my pain.

I reached out and trailed my fingers lightly along her delicate flesh, allowing them to wander to her chest and skim across her breasts. She wore the white nightgown I’d gotten her.

She looked like Sleeping Beauty to me. Absolutely perfect beneath the moonlight.

So vulnerable. So beautiful.

So fucking mine.

Fuck it.

I pushed my pajama bottoms down and slowly climbed onto the bed and ran my hands gently up her thighs, pushing the white material aside until her panties were visible. Gently, I slid them off before I ran my cock up her warm center.

She let out a soft breath when I pushed forward, and I held my breath. I was so fucking turned on. If there was one thing I loved, it was fucking her this way.

I shifted forward and breached her, my heart lurching with excitement as she parted her lips, her brows crinkling.

Slowly, I slid deep inside her body, bottoming out in her heat, and buried so deeply inside her I could fucking feel her soul connect to mine.

And the tightness of her pussy.

Fuck.

I pressed my lips to hers before I pulled out and pushed back in, relishing in how her body felt impaled by mine.

She shifted beneath me while I fucked her gently, her small body jostling beneath mine, my breathing heavy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ashes’s groggy voice called out.

“What the fuck does it look like?” I answered breathlessly, thrusting back into her.

“She’s out fucking cold, man. She took some meds before she went to sleep. Fucking stop.” Ashes sat up, his weight on the bed shifting.

“Not happening.” I slowed my pace and breathed out. “Do you have any fucking idea how she feels like this?”

“It’s wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so fucking good?” I countered, shoving into her harder. Her lashes fluttered and a soft moan escaped her, but she didn’t wake. “I fucking want her, so I’m taking her.”

“That’s not how this fucking works, Dante—”

I slowed my movements before going still and turned my head to look at him. His blue eyes wavered when they met mine.

Something flashed in the depths of his eyes that made me smile.

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