Page 112 of Bound in Ashes

That aching flutter deep inside me that only Jack could soothe.

And with every step I took toward him, feeling disgust at myself.

Because I wanted him.

Would always want him.

Was ashamed because I wasn’t embarrassed by that even though I should have been.

There was something on his hands, blood I realized.

I reached for him anyway. Squeezed his hand and then pulled him close to me.

His expression was stoic, but he squinted, something like a question in his gaze.

Whatever the question, I didn’t wait for him to ask.

Didn’t want to answer.

Instead I kissed him.

Or planned to.

The second my lips touched his, Jack let out a guttural sound and snaked his tongue into my mouth, pulling my body flush against his.

That calm of seconds ago was gone as he lifted one of my legs to his hip and pulled me closer. We both sighed at the contact, the hard ridge of his cock at the apex of my thighs making my pussy cream.

I huffed with surprise when I realized Jack lifted me and laid me down.

I cared nothing of the dirt floor or the damp air.

Jack would keep me warm.

He worked my pants down with blood-stained hands and his own open.

I cried out when he pressed his cockhead against my clit, saw stars when he did it again.

I clutched his shoulders, silently begging for what only he could give, could tell from his ragged breaths he wanted it to.

But he denied us both, instead rubbing his cock against my slit until I was a soaking mess, so needy for him I couldn’t even form the words to beg.

My eyes flew open when he entered me.

I kept my eyes locked on his as he fucked me with deep, slow thrusts that had us both crying out.

I looked down at the bloody hand gripping my thigh and came apart.

I let my eyes drift closed and rode the climax, allowing nothing but thoughts of Jack and what he made me feel when he touched me.

He pulled out and came on my stomach, the sight of it, the feeling, triggering a series of miniquakes in my pussy.

He helped me up, but then pulled his hand away.

When we were dressed, I reached to touch him.

He caught my hand.

“Jack—”