Page 30 of My Funny Demon Valentine
He bit her ass.
He actuallybither right on the ass. And she freaking loved it. Hell, she nearly came just from seeing his white teeth digging into her ass cheek. Who knew she was such a dirty girl?
She no longer wanted him to eat her out. She wanted fucking. Hard, fast fucking.
“Please!” And no, she wasn’t above begging for it.
He straightened, and there was a moment of painful anticipation while he put on the condom. The cold air on her bare ass made her feel exposed and somehow even more turned on. And then, lord have mercy, his thick cock was nudging at her entrance, and she nearly cried from gratitude at the feel of him filling her.
And fill her he did. He stretched her wide, but it was just the right amount, just what she needed, and yet not enough because he wasn’t moving, damn it—
He got the memo on that, and his hips punched forward as he bottomed out inside her. He withdrew and then pushed deep again. He fucked her hard, pounding into her while she was sprawled across the top of the piano, screaming like a banshee and loving every second of it.
He reached over her, palms landing on top of hers, holding her hands down. His legs spread inside hers, prying hers wide open.
She couldn’t move an inch. She was totally and completely dominated by him, powerless to do anything but feel as he filled her up and fucked her into oblivion.
She screamed as she reached her peak, and next thing she knew, Ash was coming too, and she nearly climaxed again at the feel of all his strength channeling into her at his moment of total release.
They stayed sprawled on the piano for at least five minutes without talking. She couldn’t find words, or even form thoughts, to describe what had just happened. Her mind was blank, her body humming with endorphins.
“Holy shit,” was the first thing that came out of her, and by his satisfied chuckle, she could tell he agreed.
He straightened, pulled out, and walked to the kitchen to throw out the condom. She watched him, still draped wantonly over the piano, not caring at all. He looked over from behind the island and smiled at the sight of her. Lifting his hands, he mimicked the shape of a camera and snapped an imaginary picture. “Perfect.”
They ended up sitting on the floor by the windows, eating pastries, drinking coffee, and listening to Oscar Peterson—naked.
Eva had always been a bit self-conscious—she was one of those short and thick types, with a booty that neededspecialbig-assed-woman pants to fit in—but Ash made her feel delicate and feminine. He looked at her the way she looked at chocolate cake, which had to be a good thing.
It was a simple moment. Neither of them spoke much, content to listen to Oscar’s sultry piano melodies, and the silence was comfortable. She felt so relaxed and connected to him, more than she’d ever felt with another person.
I really hope this isn’t one-sided.
Hallucinations or not, it wouldn’t take much for her to fall for him. And she was pretty sure ithadbeen a hallucination. She’d found nothing unusual about him besides his mysterious past, and it wasn’t unreasonable to assume she’d imagined what she’d seen, resulting from the severe stress of the gunfire. It was what any therapist would say, as her mother had pointed out.
As for her mom’s opinion, well, Jacqui was always looking for magic where there was just everyday, black-and-white normalcy. It made her a great artist, but Eva knew she shouldn’t take anything she said too literally.
She’d just dusted off the last bite of croissant when a phone rang. It wasn’t Beethoven’s Fifth, so it wasn’t hers.
With a groan, Ash climbed to his feet, and she watched his sexy ass move as he crossed the room to grab his pants and pull his phone out of the pocket. “Yeah?”
God, his hair. What man had hair like that? When he stood straight, it brushed those biteable ass cheeks. All that shiny black against his lighter skin tone... He was a freaking work of art.
“Fuck you. I’m not doing shit for you.”
She snorted. He was obviously talking to his brother.
“I’m not—” He made a frustrated growl. “I told you not to call me unless it was life or death. This isn’t life or death and therefore is not my probl— Bel. Shut the fu— Bel!” He jerked the phone away from his ear with a wince, and she could hear his brother’s shouting from where she sat. “Shit.”
He hung up, glanced apologetically at her, and then dialed another number. “It’s me. Bel is having a rage attack. You need to get back to the apartment before he burns it down.”
Eva blinked.
“I don’t give a shit where you are. Damn it, Raum, don’t even thi—”
Ash looked at the phone and growled. “Motherfucker hung up on me.” He dialed a new number. “Meph. Bel is raging out and Raum’s being a dickhead. You need to get home now. I don’t care that you’re at the gym.” Ash tipped his head back and closed his eyes. “Fine, I’ll come. Fuck you. See you soon, asshole.”
He hung up, looked at Eva as if just remembering she was there, and winced. “My brothers are fu— uh, really annoying.”
