Page 98 of Torment
Lifting her off her feet, I sit her ass on top of the counter and step between her thighs. Her hooded eyes barely focus on me. Pressing the two fingers to her lips, she opens and sticks her tongue out. Pressing down on her tongue lightly, I slide them to the back of her throat. She gags, then closes her lips around them, tasting herself on them. She lets out a soft hum as I drag them back out slowly while she licks and sucks my fingers clean.
When my fingers are out of her mouth, my lips crash into hers again. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me to kiss her deeper, and her hands scramble for the top of my jeans. Snatching her wrists, I stop her before she can unbutton them and look down at her.
My little terror actuallygrowlsat me.
“Karson.”
“Easy killer,” I chuckle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
As desperate as I am to be deep inside of her for the rest of the night, I don’t want to aggravate any of her injuries. Yes, she’s healed and moving better. But if I move her in a way that pulls at her ribs and causes her pain, I won't forgive myself.
“You won’t,” she breathes. “Please.” Her eyes search mine, pleading. “I need to know that after everything that’s happened, after how much things around us have changed, that we’re still the same. That we’re still us.”
My heart cracks a little and my right hand cups her cheek.
“We are,” I murmur, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Nothing that’s happened changes that. It’s still you and me. Always.”
My forehead presses to hers before I find her lips again. Letting go of her wrist with my other hand, she pops the button of my jeans and unzips them. Pushing them down as far as shecan, she presses her feet to my thighs to shimmy them the rest of the way. I shove my boxers down, my cock springing free.
Wrapping one arm around her lower back, I lift her ass off the counter to tug my sweatpants down her smooth legs. Stepping back, I pull her feet out of them and drop them to the floor.
She lowers herself onto the counter, her back flat against the marble. I gently pull her to the edge and place her legs over either shoulder. The saints cross lines up with her opening, and I push myself inside of her.
We both moan as I push all the way into her until my thighs touch her ass and the edge of the counter. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust. She tries to grind against me, needy and desperate for some friction. Instead of giving her what she wants, I watch through hooded eyes as she circles her hips.
I’m going to marry this woman. Even if I have to drag her down the fucking aisle. She will be my wife.
I’ve never considered marriage before, never really knowing what the appeal was. All I ever saw was dysfunction, toxicity and heartbreak. But looking down at this goddess of a woman, I get it now.
I know what life is like without her. Dark. Miserable. Cold. Lonely. I’ve never known fear. Not until she was laying on that pavement, or holed up in that rest stop bathroom. I will not go another day walking this earth without her as mine. In every sense of the word.
“Karson,” she whimpers. “Please.” Her body shivers.
“Mmm. Please what, doll?” I pull out of her slightly before sliding back inside slowly.
“Fuck me.” Her lashes flutter open and she pins me down with a glare.
She’s adorable when she’s pissed at me.
I smirk. “Anything for you, gorgeous. If I hurt you–”
“Karson–” she starts impatiently, cutting me off, but I pull back and slam into her before she can finish. Her eyes roll in the back of her head and she lets out a long moan.
Finding my rhythm, I wrap one arm around the front of her thighs and slide the other up her torso to push up the t-shirt she has on and cup her breast. Pinching her nipple, I roll it between my fingers, forcing another long moan to drag out of her. The sound echoes throughout the penthouse, spurring me on and I fuck into her harder.
Sweat beads across my forehead, dripping onto her exposed stomach, and I feel her pulse around my cock. The piercings drag against her inner walls and I feel my spine start to stiffen.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps, shattering around me. Her thighs shake against my chest, her tight cunt milks my cock, and I’m right behind her. Slamming into her one last time, I cum deep inside of her, my dick pulsing with the release. I still myself, giving us both time to come down, and stroke my thumb along her thigh, my other hand rubbing softly against her ribs.
She opens her pretty blue eyes and smiles up at me lazily.
“I love you,” she breathes.
“I love you too, doll.”
Once her breathing returns to normal, I pull out and help her sit up before lifting her off the counter and walking her back to our bedroom to get cleaned up. After we’ve showered, I crawl beside her in bed and she wraps her naked body around me. Within minutes she falls asleep with her cheek pressed to my chest and her right leg locked around mine. And for the first time in what seems like forever, I quickly fall asleep.
Hours later,the vibration of my phone on the nightstand drags me out of a deep sleep. The room is dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of Perdition through the curtains. Ashlynn is still curled against me, one arm draped across my chest, her breath slow and steady.
