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My grapple on his hair seemed to urge him on, and he ramped up the pace, breaking from his place on my neck. I did not think he could, but the heights I had reached meant nothing as he continued to build me more and more, the heat burning me from the inside out. His panting breaths now mingled with my own, his head pressed into the pillow.

“Lamb,please,” I whispered, begging for him to stop or release me, I didn’t know.

“Fuck,” Lamb growled, and his thrusts slowed, but each became harder and harder, and the small poke of his dick pushing against my entrance now had it pressing through the cotton and an inch into my entrance.

One free hand slipped down beneath my elastic waist, and his warm, large, firm hands began to rub furiously around the small bud of nerves that had my toes curling, my hips rocking into each hard thrust until I could feel myself being brought to that edge, that electric tingling over my skin, the heat bursting from my core and my mind shattering with a loud, piercing cry.

Lamb rocked against me as my orgasm burst from my centre, and a few painfully delightful thrusts later, warmth pooled against my entrance, both our cotton crotches now soaked with each other’s cum.

Lamb collapsed against me, his weight shifting to one side, cautious not to crush me as my mind revelled in the buzz. More so than alcohol, or medicine, the sheer force of that orgasm had my brain melting into a delicious, delirious goo.

Before I had the power or energy to analyse what had happened, what Lamb had made me do and what I had apparently done to him, the call of the dark was stronger. It seeped from the room and into my mind, and any thought I was about to have, became silent. For the first time in a long time, I fell asleep, feeling something I had not in a long time.

Safe.

Chapter Thirteen

LAMB

“What is it like …? Detoxing, I mean?”

Ash’s words caught me by surprise. I’d been midway through unloading the washing machine, transferring the first set of red sheets into the drier when she’d appeared in the doorway.

I paused, looking over at her.

For the first time in a while, Ash had a healthier flush to her skin. She’d slept through most of the night, but I’d found her awake in the early hours, having not slept more than a handful of hours before trying to remove the handcuff with her teeth.

It was absent now, settled in the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. Come morning, I’d released her from the binding, and she’d pranced away, out of the room and down the hall. I’d followed and found her at the island counter, waiting for her drink.

I’d expected her to shy away after last night, but something seemed to have changed in her instead. It wasn’t often someone reacted in a way I didn’t expect, but with Ash, it was becoming more and more apparent that she wasn’t a predictable person; with all the psychological and metaphysical chaos going on in her body, the erratic behavior was no surprise.

“It’s not easy,” I finally answered, satisfied to see a small pink blush creeping up her cheeks. She wore a simple pair of cotton yoga pants and one of my white shirts hanging from her slim, statuesque shoulders. “To you, it’ll probably feel like hell.”

“Wow,” Ash grunted, propping herself up against the doorway. “Way to convince me.”

She rolled her eyes, and my teeth ached. Last night had been an uncontrollable experience for me. Something about her just riled me enough that I had no choice but to take her. If she’d even fought me a little bit, I would have been able to wrangle some control, but no, she’dsubmitted. She’d mewled my name, and her hips had thrust alongside mine, fingers digging into my hair, sending trickles of pain through my nerves.

“If you choose to detox, there’ll be things to help you,” I continued, turning my back to her so she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge beneath my jeans. I began to set the drier, musical buttons singing back to me with each touch. “There are medicines and techniques that can ease some of the burden.”

Hoping the change of topic would distract my lower half for a moment, I turned back to face her.

Ash was staring at the floor, eyes distant, her finger running over her lips as a self-soothing gesture. She was deep in her thoughts.

I took a step closer, and her gaze flickered back up to me, matching my gaze. She didn’t run away, but for a moment, her eyes flickered down to my mouth, and I saw that soft pink flush creeping under the collar of her shirt.

Calm down.

I reached forward, capturing her cheek with my hand, and where I expected her to flinch away, she stood still. Something enraptured her about my face, and as I spoke my next words, her gaze stayed focused solely on mine.

“Detoxing will give you back control,” I promised. “It will give you power over your own body, and alcohol will no longer influence your choices. You will be independent again, and if you choose this path”—I paused, reaching out with my thumb and soothing it along the soft line of her jaw—“I will make sure you do not fail.”

I could see in her eyes that I hadn’t yet convinced her. But that was fine. If I had only provided her with a different path, opening her up to even the possibility that there was more than running and hiding in oblivion, that would be enough for me. For now.

It would be small steps, but I wasn’t deterred by a long journey. It wasn’t a case ofifI’d reach my destination. It was simply a case ofwhen.

A sharp cough jumped from Ash’s chest as she backed out of my hand, shaking off whatever trance she had been under. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, failing to hide the signs of heat traveling over her skin. I felt it, too, like electricity standing every hair on end. Seeing her retreat made me want to chase, but I held back.

I still didn’t know what the tipping point for her had been, but I wasn’t about to unravel the work I’d unwittingly made to satisfy my curiosity. This mattered more.

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