Page 58 of Ashes of Saints

Hungrily, we kiss, my cock slamming into her as she claws at my back and tightens around me in every way she can.

This wasn’t the fucking plan.

The heat and pleasure of her channel consumes me, sucking me in like I have no say in the matter.

“Harder,” Aurora demands as our mouths momentarily release.

No.

I don’t want to hurt her.

Yet at the same time, I need to imprint my cock on the inside of her walls so that no other being will ever be allowed in there. Like a goddamn passport stamp.

I lean up farther, tugging her hip, and jackhammer into her.

“Yes, oh god. Yes.”

“Like it hard, baby?” I growl.

She nods, our bodies causing the headboard to bang against the wall, then her hand reaches out and cups my face.

Fuck.

I can’t do this. I can’t look into those green eyes I’ve hated for so long.

I pull out and flip her over.

“Parker,” she cries.

“Face in the pillow.” I push her down and tug her legs open. Then plow back into her. Taking her hips, I focus on her ass, slap her creamy cheeks, and ignore the noise coming from under her. “Time to come, Aurora.”

I need this over. I need release.

I cannot let this feel so fucking out of this goddamn world.

I reach for her pussy and pinch her clit.

“Fuck,” she cries in a muffled tone and clenches around my cock.

Yes. Finally. My balls tighten and I close my eyes, seeking the relief I’ve been needing for weeks.

Aurora begins to shudder around my cock as I explode, filling her with my second orgasm. I don’t stop until every drop is inside her.

Holy hell.

It was every bit as good as I imagined.

Whatever that intense shit was, I’m ignoring it.

Never happened.

Now for plan fucking B. I need to let Aurora think that we’re in a relationship so I can spend more time in this house and find some evidence.

I’ll do whatever is needed. Dates. Flowers. What-fucking-ever.

Probably more sex.

But there’s no way we are doing missionary again. I cannot look into those green eyes. She might be a good fuck, but Aurora means nothing to me. She’s just the little fly I’ve caught in my web.

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