Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 155

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Chapter 155

“How was your day?” Ashton asked softly, pressing a lingering kiss to Cassie’s forehead as he stepped into her space.

Cassie tilted her face up to him, her hands resting lightly on his chest as he leaned over her.

“Busy, but good,” she replied with an easy shrug.

“The little man had an online class this morning and a stack of worksheets to finish. He insisted on doing most of it on his own, so I finally had a bit of free time to work on a few things.”

There was a quiet pride in her voice when she spoke about their son, the kind that made Ashton’s expression soften. He brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek, his fingers lingering there a moment longer than necessary.

“Then Madame Carina called,” Cassie continued, her lips curving into a fond smile.

“She asked if we could bring him over to the mansion. I brought Mom Zab with us too. He was so excited to play in the garden.” Ashton hummed in approval, his mouth drifting from her temple down to her jaw, unhurried and warm. Cassie’s breath hitched slightly, but she kept talking, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“He spent the entire afternoon swimming,” she said, her voice growing softer as his lips traced a slow path to the side of her neck.

“You should’ve seen him, Ashton. He refused to get out of the pool. Said the water at the mansion feels ‘more royal.“”

A quiet laugh escaped her, melting into a sigh as Ashton’s lips pressed gently against her skin.

“He had so much space to run around,” she added.

“I think he felt like a prince in his own little kingdom.”

Ashton drew back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze warm yet laced with unmistakable pride. A slow, confident smile curved his lips.

“He is a prince,” he corrected smoothly.

“My prince.”

There was a playful arrogance in the way he said it, the kind that made it impossible to take offense. Cassie let out a soft giggle, shaking her head at his haughty smirk.

“And you?” he murmured, his voice lowering as his thumb brushed gently along her waist.

“Did you enjoy your day too?”

Her smile softened, something tender flickering across her face as she looked up at him.

“I did,” she whispered honestly.

Then she gave him a slow, sultry smile, her fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer instead of letting him pull away.

“But it’s better now that you’re here.” The words, soft and deliberate, undid him.

Ashton’s breath grew uneven, his control thinning as desire flickered openly across his face. He lowered his head and claimed her lips—not rough, not reckless, but with a restrained hunger that had been building all day. It was a kiss that started gentle yet deepened almost instantly.

Cassie melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. A soft sound escaped her when one of his hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of her night dress, his touch warm and possessive against her skin.

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“Ahli…” she breathed, her fingers tightening slightly to response.

He kissed her again slower this Time, savoring. His lips traced along the corner of her mouth, down the curve of her jaw.

“I missed you the entire day, Cass…” he managed between kisses, his voice low and rough.

She tilted her head back slightly, giving him better access, her pulse quickening under his touch.

“It was only a few hours,” she teased softly, though her own breathing had begun to betray her composure.

“For you, maybe,” he murmured against her skin.

“For me, it felt longer.”

There was no rush in his movements–only intent. His hand rested at her waist now, holding her firmly.

“Can you feel how much I missed you?” he murmured, his voice a low, husky vibration against her skin.

He pressed his hips forward, and Ashton deliberately rubbed the rigid length of his arousal against her.

A soft, breathy gasp escaped Cassie’s lips. Heat pooled in her stomach, and her breath hitched. She could feel the rock–hard evidence of his longing was pressed insistently against her stomach, a promise and a demand all at once.

“I’ve been imagining this the entire day, Cass,” he whispered, his lips grazing the sensitive corner of her mouth. His fingers, meanwhile, were busy with the flimsy fabric of her underwear, his touch impatient.

“I missed being deep inside you… it’s been a physical ache to endure.”

As his skilled fingers finally found their way beneath the silk, a jolt of pure sensation shot through her.

“Ahhhn…” Her back arched off the surface beneath her, a helpless reaction to his touch as a single finger firmly circled the aching, sensitive pearl at her core.

He let out a low, appreciative groan.

“You are so ready for me,” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and raw excitement.

His fingertips glided effortlessly through her slick, heated folds, a testament to her desire. He watched, captivated, as her face contorted–not in pain, but from the overwhelming ecstasy his touch elicited.

“Yes, I am…” she gasped, the words barely audible as she surrendered completely, parting her legs wider in a silent, pleading

invitation.

“I ached to be inside you again, Cassidy,” he muttered, his voice guttural with need. He replaced his circling finger with two others, positioning them at her drenched entrance.

The moment he thrust his fingers deep inside her, a sharp, ecstatic cry tore from her throat.