Page 105 of Bleeding Hearts

“Ash,” I say, not sure whether I sound more nervous or excited.

“Relax, baby.” He presses against the hole, just the tip of his finger slipping inside, and I clench around him at the immediate sensation of it all.

He works his finger into me slowly, still sliding his fingers from his other hand in and out of my wetness.

I feel pressure at first as he works it into me, having never been touched there before, maybe even a tinge of pain. But then he gets it all the way inside, and all I feel is overwhelmingly full.

“That’s my girl.” He smirks. “Look at you fucking dripping for me while I play with both your pretty little pussy and your ass.”

“Oh my god,” I moan as he moves his fingers in and out of both holes in tandem. A new wave of heat courses through me, stronger than I’ve ever felt before.

“One day soon, I’m gonna claim this ass of yours with a whole lot more than my fingers. So fucking tight and perfect. You’ll be so full of me you won’t be able to move, Dem. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Asher. Yes,” I cry, clenching around him. “Ash, I need…”

“Let go, Demi. I’ve got you.” He leans forward, wrapping his lips harshly around my clit while curling his fingers inside me at every angle, and I explode.

His name is loud on my lips, my heart pounds in my chest, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and tingles explode across my skin. I feel like I’m floating, the tension of today leaving me as overwhelming pleasure takes hold of every inch of my body.

He slips his fingers out of me, licking me softly as I come down, cleaning up every last drop of the mess I had made before crawling back over me and gently pressing his lips to mine.

He kisses me lazily, slipping his tongue between my lips and my own taste explodes over my tongue.

I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. By the time he pulls away, his lips are red and puffy, I’m sure resembling my own.

He smiles down at me before moving to lie back down next to me, gently pulling me into him.

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Mmhmm.” I nod sleepily against him.

“Good. Try and get some sleep.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

“Ash?” I look up at him, forcing my eyes open as exhaustion plagues me. “Thank you for everything. For finding me, for protecting me, for saving me. For loving me enough to go to jail for me.” I smile shyly at him.

“Demi, I will always protect you. No matter what. You never have to thank me for that,” he says earnestly. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I would do anything for you, baby.”

“You know you’re more selfless than you think.” I sniff up at him. “Maybe you have a bleeding heart too.”

“Only for you, baby.” He wipes the single tear that falls down my cheek. “I never got a chance to tell you earlier with everything going on, but I wanted to say I’m proud of you, Dem,” he says, and I look at him, confused at what exactly he’d be proud of.

It’s because of me we’re in this whole mess. It doesn’t seem like something to be praising. He shakes his head at my confusion.

“Demi, you fought back. You walked into a house that holds so many horrible memories for you, you were faced with your abuser who attacked you yet again, and you could’ve given in to the fear that I know you must’ve felt, but you didn’t. You stood strong and fought until the very last second. And regardless of everything else, that’s something to be proud of.”

“I was able to fight back because of you,” I whisper. “You once told me my kindness inspires you. Well, your bravery inspires me. You didn’t back down after you were diagnosed. You fought it, and you won.” I reach up, smoothing out the crease between his brows as I speak.

“With everything you’ve been through, you still told me you’d fight by my side even if it was a losing battle we were fighting. I realized if you were willing to do that, I had to be willing to fight for myself too.” I shrug.

“Maybe I helped you get there, but everything you did today, that was all you.” He smiles down at me and I feel it go straight to my chest.

“We’re going to get through all of this, right?” I ask him, needing his reassurance, even if it is all false promises right now.

“Yeah, Dem, we are,” he says softly. “They can throw whatever they want at us, but it won’t matter because we’re a team. We’ll face it together,” he promises and it’s exactly what I need to hear.

Despite the events of today, I feel safer than I ever have held in the arms of the man that I love.

Our world is on fire, but suddenly I don’t feel scared at all.

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