Heart of Ash by Sabrina York Read Free Book Online

against the bliss of her slick, taut embrace. He’d been hungry for this, aching for this for hours.
    He pulled out and thrust in again. And again. Colors danced on the inside of his lids. Shivers shimmied through him. Agony seethed at the base of his balls. He gritted his teeth in an effort to hold back. It was too good, too damn good to be over so quickly.
    She grunted and lifted her knees, cradling him. “Yeah, oh yeah,” he rumbled and sank deeper. He pressed her breasts together, burying his face between them and drawing in her scent.
    “Ash…”
    He thumbed her nipples, gave them a tweak and, liking her response, did it again. He played with her, toyed with her as he worked in and out of her excruciatingly firm grasp.
    He glanced at her. The tears he’d noticed earlier now tracked into her hair. Her lips parted. Her pupils dilated. God, she was gorgeous like this. Beneath him, gazing up at him. While he was buried in her depths.
    His cock surged. The burn of cum boiling to erupt seared him.
    But he wanted her to come too. Come with him.
    He reached down between them and thumbed her clit. She cried out, clutched at him, scored his shoulders with her nails.
    “Yes.” He liked that.  She did it again as he sank deep one last time. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
    And he erupted.
    Scalding insanity flooded his heart, his mind, his soul, as he emptied into her in wave after rushing wave. A surge of peace, of bliss, of serenity filled him. He nestled against her neck and huffed out a  laugh.
    God. She’d been magnificent.
     
    Emily lay motionless, though Ash’s weight on her was becoming uncomfortable. She stared up at the ceiling as she waited for his breathing to return to normal.
    So that was it, she thought. That was all it was?
    She shouldn’t have this sense of disappointment. Really, she shouldn’t. She’d probably built it up in her mind as this great transcendent sharing, some spiritual melding that left both parties irrevocably changed.
    Oh, it had been nice. It had been pleasant. And there had been that bit of bliss when he’d toyed with her…down there. But then he’d climbed on top and pushed his way inside her and he’d been huge and, well, it had hurt a bit.
    Maybe she’d done something wrong.
    But he’d seemed to enjoy it. A lot. Huffing and grunting and howling her name.
    She shouldn’t be disappointed.
    If nothing else, she’d finally done it .
    It had to happen sometime and wouldn’t she want it to be with a man like him?
    She feathered her fingers through his hair and held him close. If it was going to be anyone, she was glad it was Ash.
    Because she liked him. She liked him a lot.
    His kiss, his laugh, his sense of humor. The glowing aura that always seemed to surround him. Everything. She liked everything about him.
    And now that she’d finally done it, on her own terms, there was nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore.
    He kissed her, a brief buss, and rolled off. She gusted out a breath. He settled beside her, punching his pillow under his head so he could gaze at her. “That was great,” he said.
    She smiled shyly and pulled the covers back up. “Thank you,” she said, hoping for another kiss.
    But he didn’t kiss her. He rolled over, showing her his back, and punched his pillow again before settling down. Within moments, a low snore rumbled through the room.
    She glared at him—only because he couldn’t see.
    Seriously?
    She knew she’d read far too many fairy tales as a child and far too many romances as a young girl. She knew her expectations were unrealistic and fanciful and, all right, a bit naïve.
    But she had never, in the whole of her life, imagined her Prince Charming would snore.
     
    Emily woke up in the morning feeling achy and stiff. She glanced over at Ash, to see he was still asleep. She slipped from the bed and visited the bathroom, relieved to find several wrapped toothbrushes in the cabinet.
    When she was finished with her ablutions, she padded back out into the