Page 101 of Sinful

He followed, slamming deep inside me and holding me in place as he filled me, my name on his lips.

He bounced me on his cock a few more times before kissing me gently.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re going to stay, right?”

The fear I figured was there came out in his words.

My answer was to kiss him again.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me to come down?” Ashes called out.

I pulled away from Stitches and cast a guilty look from Stitches to Ashes, who was taking in the scene with a frown on his face.

“Looks like a good time was had,” he continued, staring at the mess we’d made. “Damnit, Malachi.”

“Sorry,” Stitches said, grinning at him. “She was cooking. I love a woman who can cook.”

“Food?” Ashes widened his eyes at me.

I gave him a bashful nod. Quickly, he pulled me off Stitches, who was still impaled deep inside me, and kissed me. I stumbled against him, but he caught me easily.

“Malachi, clean this up,” he said between kisses. “Sin is about fifteen minutes out. I need to take care of some business before he gets here.”

And with those words, he swept me to his room and buried himself deep inside me.

“What a beautiful fucking mess he made,” he commented as he kissed me, moving in and out of me at an even, delicious pace.

I clung to him as he made love to me. Not fast. Not slow. Just. . . Ashes.

“I want to take more time, heaven, but Sin really is on the way. I need you cleaned up before he gets here. Do you mind if I go faster?”

I silenced him with a kiss, letting him know he could use me however he saw fit.

He let out a groan and moved quicker, his cock moving in and out of me so fast the heat made me squirm.

Within moments, I was clinging to him, my nails deep in his back as I came for him. He followed, my pussy milking every last drop from him before he collapsed over me, balancing himself on his arms, his lips on mine.

“Fuck, I bet you’re sore. I’m sorry. I just. . . you’re beautiful to me, baby. I couldn’t resist.”

I kissed him gently, earning a contented sigh from him.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled free from my body before bringing me to my feet and taking me into the bathroom, where he was quick to help me wash. Soon enough, I was clean, and he was running a brush through my hair.

“I love your hair,” he mused, smiling. “It’s so thick and silky. Soft.”

I smiled at that. I liked that he liked it.

There was a knock on the door, which caused him to sigh. I turned and faced him, taking in the tired look in his eyes.

I took his hand and traced letters on his palm.

Are you OK?

“I’m fine,” he answered. “Just. . . wish things were different, you know? And not so cold.”

I nodded, understanding him.

“I want us all to get along. I know it’ll be a long road, but I’m here for the ride if it’s what you want,” he continued thickly. “I’ve seen the way you look at Sinclair. You’ve always looked at him that way. Like you do to us. But I’ve also seen you look at Bryce and Asylum like that too.”

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