Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 191

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Driven by that sudden, sharp concern, he acted. In one fluid, powerful motion, he pulled her away from him, his bound hands managing to guide her. Before she could protest, he lifted her and settled her astride his lap.

“Ahhhn…!” Her cry was a sharp, breathy exhalation as she landed perfectly, his length driving deep into her as he lowered her down.

“Hah!”

Her body arched backward in a graceful, lewd curve, a full-body shudder wracking her frame at the sudden, overwhelming fullness. Her head fell back, a cascade of hair tumbling down her spine.

“Now, ride.” His voice was a low, commanding growl, rough with need and relief.

His hands, still bound at the wrists, found purchase on her hips, his grip firm as he established a rhythm that was as much a demand as a plea-a tempo their bodies craved.

“Ashton…!” she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips as she began to move, rising and falling in time with his guiding hands.

It was a cadence their bodies knew intimately, a primal dance they had perfected.

He watched, mesmerized, as she rode him with a pure, untamed fervor. Her face was flushed, a mask of ecstatic concentration, each roll of her hips grinding him deeper, shattering the last of his restraint. The sight was unraveling him completely

“Beautiful…” he managed to rasp, the word ragged and thick with need

His loosely bound hands rose, his fingers seeking the perfect, plump curves of her breasts as they swayed with the rhythm of her body. He cupped their weight, thumbs circling her taut nipples, and felt her shudder in response.

“Shit…!” she gasped, bracing herself with one hand flat against his chest as she quickened her pace, her movements becoming more urgent, more frantic. The room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the slick, rhythmic meeting of their

bodies.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, the confession breathless and raw.

She was lost not only to the exquisite fullness of him inside her but also to the delicious friction of his hands on her sensitive peaks, each touch sending jolts of lightning through her core.

“Then give it to me, Cassidy,” he demanded, his voice a husky growl that brooked no argument.

One hand slid from her breast, his long, slender fingers tracing a path up her throat to cradle the delicate colysan of her neck. It

f -an intimate anchor point that heightened every sensation. wasn’t a choke, but a claim

“Faster…” he ordered.

And she obeyed, driving herself down onto him with a new, desperate intensity.

as her body seized, convulsing around him in wave after wave of A broken cry tore from her lips “Ahbu Ashton!” unfathomable euphoria. The cleping, milking heat of her own climax was his final undoing

“Cassie…”

A guttural roar was ripped from his throat as his release crashed over him.

“Argh.”

A guttural, unrestrained roar tore from Ashton’s throat. His eyes screwed shut, his head stammt hab against the dup pillows as he poured himself into her, his entire body art hing, tremblogg ecstasy.betore cvllapsing ana shule bliss

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ragged rhythm of their gasping breaths as they clung to one another, slick with sweat and utterly spent. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, a heavy, intimate perfume.

They lay entangled, waiting for their bodies to calm down. Cassie felt a languid warmth spreading through her limbs, a contented exhaustion that begged for sleep. But the respite was fleeting.

With a low, predatory growl, Ashton shifted. The frail bondage gave way with a sharp snap of fabric, and he reclaimed control.

Before Cassie could even process the movement, he hauled her from his chest, flipping her onto her stomach with an effortless, primal strength.

“Ashton!” Cassie shrieked, the cry muffled by the sheets as he positioned himself behind her, driving into her deep and claiming from this new, more dominant angle. The suddenness and the raw, unfiltered sensation stole the air from her lungs.

“My turn, Babe,” he husked, the words a hot, possessive whisper against the sensitive skin of her nape.

His hips were already setting a relentless, powerful cadence, a rhythm that spoke of renewed hunger. His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her, guiding her to meet each deep, penetrating thrust.

“Ahhn…” Cassie’s response was lost to a cascade of moans.

Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arching as she was overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his deep, rhythmic invasion and the scrape of his teeth against her shoulder.

“shit”

Her body, still humming from her first climax, was again racked by the sheer force of his possession.

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