Heart of Ash by Sabrina York Read Free Book Online Page B

on her elbows and watched as he padded back to the table and grabbed the bottle. “Oh no! Oh no!”
    “Oh yes.”
    She tried to wriggle away, but was laughing too hard. He leaped onto the bed, held her down and kissed her. He tasted sweet and sinful.  “Hold still.”
    He arranged her on the bed, and she held as still as she could…but for the quivering. When he set her arms over her head and spread the lapels of her shirt, she allowed it, but when he nudged her knees apart, she resisted. He shot her a wicked, seductive glance. “Come on, Emily. I want some more breakfast.”
    “I am not breakfast—“ Her protest ended in a squeal as he dripped a healthy serving of syrup…all over her panties. “Ash!”
    “Mmm. I love syrup.” He swooped in and lapped.
    Every muscle clenched. “Ash.”
    He lifted his head and stared at her. His jocularity melted away. Something dark and hungry flickered over his features. He lowered his head again. This time, his foray was far more deliberate. Far more intense.
    He found and dabbed her sensitive center. As he teased her through the lace, heat rose in her womb. He worked her, cleaned her with diligent attention, and before long she was nearly mindless with need. She wiggled her hips. “Please,” she panted. “Please.”
    The look in his eye made her quiver. He drew her panties down, opened her with his thumbs and went back to work.
    She nearly came out of her skin as he traced her slit, then delved deeper, nudging the folds of her labia. When he suckled her, delicious sensation shot through to her core, sending ripples of exquisite pleasure shimmering out in waves.
    “Yes,” she sighed. “Yes.” This was it. This was the bliss she’d felt last night…and more.
    He slid a finger in and she winced. She hadn’t liked that much last night. Not at all.
    But this… Oh. But this! Nuzzling her swollen clit, he eased in another and explored her depths. She wailed, groaned, flailed as he found a spot, over to the side that sent a dull thrum rippling through her. More , she thought. More. More . More.
    He gave her more, moving around in a hypnotizing rhythm, filling her, withdrawing, and then filling her again. Tapping that spot, scraping it, making her wild with need.
    “Ash,” she panted. “Ash. Please.”
    He came over her, kissing his way up, a quick, impatient journey.
    She cupped his cock, annoyed at the cotton she found. He yanked his underwear down and she fisted him. Ah. He was hard and warm and smooth. She pumped his length. He gave a growl, so she did it again.
    “Emily.” He adjusted his hips and nudged her center. Taking her nipple between his lips, he sucked as he pressed in.
    She nearly swooned.
    This was different. This was…better. So much better.
    “Yes,” she cried as he lunged in, sinking deep.
    He sucked in a breath as she closed around him. She tightened her muscles, testing his girth. His nostrils flared. “Shit,” he muttered. She clenched harder and he groaned. Buried his face in her hair. “Jesus.”
    He yanked out—she nearly howled—but then he thrust deep again and God, it was glorious. He nudged her knees further apart and began a series of long slow slides. Each one sent her higher and higher, into some ethereal realm. She curled around him, her arms, her legs, her everything. Curled around him and clung as he worked away inside her.
    Just when she thought she might scream, when she could no longer bear this agonizingly deliberate pace, his tempo increased, grew in intensity. He found that spot again and aimed for it, pounding into it with each manic thrust. And with each stroke, she lost a little of herself, spinning faster and faster, higher and higher, like a whirling dervish.
    And then she spun free, sailed into space and floated, suspended in a welter of mindless rapture as absolute bliss consumed her.
    She’d never known. Never imagined. Never dreamed…
    He swelled inside her. Filled her even more, massaged her even more