Page 110 of Lamb

Each breath became a prayer of my name, mixing with the slam of the dresser and my own greedy grunts as pleasure began to build in my dick. She clamped down around me, suffocating my shaft as resistance built in her channel and she reached the edge first.

I slid my lips down her damp skin, finding purchase in the nook of her shoulder. I pressed my lips against her skin and sank my teeth straight in.

Ash cried out my name, her orgasm exploding inside of her first as her cum raced down her thighs and lubricated against my abdomen. With one more thrust to bury me home, my balls slapped against her ass, tightening into rocks beneath me as my dick burst inside of her.

Tremors racked over my body as I collapsed against her, my energy sucked out of my dick as it spilled into her, warm and quivering around my sensitive shaft as bliss flooded my veins and nerves.

I let go of her neck, my mouth lifting with my small remaining energy to press soft kisses to the harsh red marks bedded into her skin. “Fuck,” I groaned, my head dropping against her neck, smelling our sweat and sex mixed. “I’m exhausted.”

Ash’s raspy grumble vibrated over my shoulder, her chin resting against it, head lolling into mine. “Let’s sleep here,”

I chuckled. “On a dresser?”

Ash attempted a meek shrug. “I have slept in worse places.”

“Not anymore.” With intangible energy, I slid my hands beneath her wet thighs, the slickness helping me slide under before I lifted her from the dresser, her dead weight collapsing against my chest. My legs and ass ached as I dragged us over to the bed before weakly dropping us both on top.

The bed bounced, and Ash couldn’t even lift a finger as I tucked her into my side, dragging the thin sheet over the top of us, both sticky, and hot, and wet together. “From now on, your place is right here.”

“Uh-huh,” Ash grumbled, exhaustion closing her eyes.

“And mine,” I grumbled, pulling her leg higher on my hip as I shifted my hips forward and sunk my dick home. Ash groaned at the sensation, her back arching weakly into my stomach. “Is here.”

Whether Ash wanted to argue or not remained a mystery as she relaxed against my body and I knew sleep had already taken her, her warmth tied tightly into mine. I pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, the bite mark—my mark—already darkening with a bruise.

The darkness inside purred at the sight, begging to make more. To cover her in my marks until there was no confusion about who she belonged to. I held back. As much as Ash didn’t want to admit it, she trusted me now, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Even so, both she and I knew that it was only a matter of time until she accepted the inevitable truth.

She was mine.

Darkness stirred, rousing me from my sleep. Cool air caressed my exposed skin, my sheets hanging around my waist. I stretched out, my longs limbs able to spreadout on either side of me; normally a good thing, until you remembered you had buried your dick in a woman before you fell asleep. A woman who had vanished.

I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Bleary eyes peeked open as I surveyed the endless night of my room. As my vision adjusted, furniture and doorways becoming more apparently until I spotted the figure standing by the window, face washed in pale moonlight, skin glistening with an ethereal glow. A haunting melancholy clung to her as the light softened her more mature features, youth seeping back into her face. For a moment, it wasn’t the beautifully strong but scarred woman I knew, but a girl, lost and confused, standing in my room.

“Sorry,” Ash whispered, not turning from the window. “I did not mean to wake you.”

A slight rasp clung to her voice. Knowing it was from screaming my name, my dick twitched beneath the sheets. But it was the softness and subtle vulnerability that kept me still. Her words faded into silence. Unable to fill the void, I just stared at her.

One of my shirts hung from her narrow shoulders, the hem reaching her midthigh, buttoned just enough to cover the soft hills of her breasts. The deep maroon color bleached her even further; she looked like an ephemeral spirit, one strong wind from dissipating.

Not liking the uncomfortable mental imagery, I rose out of bed, casting the sheets aside, and padding barefoot the small distance to where she stood.

Her thin frame was easily enclosed by my arms, my chin resting over her shoulder as I tugged her back into my chest, breathing in her scent. It hadn’t been long since we’d fallen asleep, and the smell of sex clung to her skin. Still, Ash was coolto the touch, and I wondered if she had even slept at all and that watching her fall asleep had been an illusion.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, those words foreign on my tongue.

Ash jerked in my grasp. I couldn’t see her face but felt her lips brush my forehead as she tried to turn and look at me. I kept my nose buried against the small groove where her neck and shoulder met, enjoying the small comfort it brought.

“Why are you sorry?” Ash blurted out. “Can you evenbesorry?” There was no malice in her question, purely confusion and curiosity.

“I’m not sure.” I shrugged. “But I wished I’d been able to make you forget longer.”

Even if I could never be sure of my own emotions, however small and infrequent they were, it was easy to see the loneliness that radiated off Ash. It was like thick waves, strong and eternal, and no matter what I did, I’d never be able to stop them washing up over the shore. This was not a battle I could fight for her, no matter how much I wanted to.

Ash’s shoulders sagged, and she leaned back into my chest. “It’s okay,” she sighed. “I cannot run away forever.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I grumbled, coming up for air from the reprieve of the skin thawing under my touch.

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