Page 27 of One Merciful Moment

Ashley's back arched and she moaned. "Boone?"

She didn't have to ask twice. He took her to the bedroom.

Her hands went to the front of his jeans. He cupped her face, capturing her mouth. It took too long to undress.

He shifted from one foot to the other as she worked his cock out of his jeans and set him free. The moment she held him, she purred. And damn if it wasn't the sexiest sound he'd ever heard.

She wanted to fuck him.

He yanked his jeans down his thighs, toed off his boots, and pulled his shirt off as he stepped away from his clothes. He hooked her around the back and brought her body to his. Her warmth covered him.

She raised her leg and caressed the outside of his thigh. He slid his hands between her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and damp. The musky scent of her arousal grabbed him by the balls. His cock throbbed harder.

Nuzzling her neck, he lowered her onto the mattress.

She slid her hand between their bodies and grasped his cock tightly with her fingers. He moaned, spreading her legs wide. Balancing on his elbows, he locked her head between his arms. Her hips thrust up, seeking him. He moved his hips, teasing the opening of her pussy with the head of his cock.

She groaned, bouncing her ass against the bed, trying to impale herself on him. Taking mercy on her, Boone drove his body downward as she lifted hers and impaled himself balls deep inside her.

She gasped, frozen in place.

Her pussy convulsed around him. The heat of her cunt intensified, making it hard to breathe. He rested his head against her forehead, wanting it to last forever. Needing it to last forever.

Ashley raked her nails across his chest, leaving welts trailing down the front of him as she gripped his sides. He picked up the pace, and she lay back to let him thrust in and out, driving her higher.

Each stroke. Each friction. Each plunge made her more active underneath him. Her hands slapped, scratched, grabbed. The noise coming from her went from mews to frustrated screams. He stared down into her face, completely mesmerized. If he had one goal in his life, it would be putting that look on Ashley's face every fucking day.

He ground against her, speeding up. In. Out. In. Out.

Her thighs hugged his hips. Her breath came in pants, warming his chest even more.

She clutched his arms, and her orgasm spilled out of her core and took over, pulsating down on him.

"Boone," she screamed.

That did it. He thrust deep inside her pussy and held still. Each squirt of cum heated her pussy. He groaned deep and long and forced his eyes to stay open.

His arms quivered, and he rolled over onto his side, dragging her with him without exiting her body. He rubbed her back, and together they fought to catch their breath.

Ashley stirred, throwing her leg over his hip and moving closer, so he couldn't slip out of her. "When the veil opens, come home with me."

He thought she'd settled into staying in Everstill. The veil wanted her here. Looking into her eyes, he could see that he'd been wrong. She wasn't adapting to his life.

"I want you to stay here," he said.

She frowned. "No... I need to go home."

He pulled out of her and stood up from the bed. This wasn't the way he wanted it.

"Boone?"

He shook his head and walked out of the room. She belonged to him. She was meant to stay.

Chapter 16

Ashley

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