Page 75 of Chasing Sparks

It’s not a direct answer, but it’s an answer, nonetheless. I realize emotional intimacy is terrifying for Ash, and we have to baby-step our way along this journey.

At least we’re on the same path.

Besides, even if he partook in extracurricular affairs this past month, we turned over a new leaf tonight—although I pray, I’m keeping the man sexually satisfied.

I sure seem to be.

“Couldn’t give you a chance to escape,” I purr as I wrap my hand around his shaft, dancing my thumb across the sensitive tip.

Ash’s eyes drop closed as he bucks against my hand. “If this, right here, is prison, lock me up and throw away the key.”

“You and your fabulous responses tonight. Maybe I should reward you for such exemplary behavior.”

“I love where this is heading.”

“I bet you do.”

Ash, like every other man on the planet, loves getting head. Lucky for him, I love his cock, and I especially love the way I own him when I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

But when I sit up, determined to take my man on a ride, he grasps my arms and rolls me onto my back.

He drifts his hand between my thighs, and I bite back a moan, my pussy still tingling from the last round.

“You’re so fucking wet. So ready for me again.”

I grind against his hand as he curves his fingers to stroke me from the inside. “Ash?—”

Ash grasps both my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head, locking me in place. “Let it all go. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

He’s relentless, his thumb circling my clit while his fingers continue to work me open.

Ash’s gaze never shifts from my face, his eyes locked on me as I fall apart beneath him.

I fist the pillow, the only thing within reach, and hiss as the overpowering emotions rip through me.

“Fuck, fuck.” It’s all I can manage as I writhe against his hand, my muscles squeezing around him as I desperately seek my release.

“That’s right. That’s my good girl,” Ash murmurs, a ravenous hunger awash in his face as he frees my hands.

I blink my eyes closed, but he twists his fingers in my hair, urging them open. “Eyes on me. Watch me claim what’s mine.”

Ash spreads my legs, the warmth of his body overpowering me as he buries himself deep inside. A keening cry escapes my lips, the sound raw and unrestrained.

His gaze holds me captive as he moves slowly, each thrust deliberate, coaxing me closer to the edge. “Nothing feels as good as you, Oriana.”

I tighten around him, drawing him deeper, knowing damn well he’s barely holding on.

“You say I’m yours? Show me. Claim every inch of me.”

“You’re driving me insane,” he growls, his movements growing desperate, almost frantic, as he slams into me again and again. “I can’t wait to take you raw. I’ll come so deep inside you, you’ll never fucking recover.”

The words hit me like a spark to kindling, igniting every nerve. His stare anchors me, unrelenting, pulling me under as my body tightens, the tension snapping like a cord.

And then I’m gone. My body convulses, every inch of me trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Ash wraps his hands around my hips, his thrusts hard and unyielding as he chases his own release.

He lets out a rough shout, collapsing against me as his breathing comes in ragged bursts against my ear.

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