Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

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“Oh, shit…” he breathed, eyes squeezed shut. Goosebumps prickled his skin as he shuddered under the electric sensation.

She didn’t stop there. While her mouth continued its worship of his heated skin, her hands slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, freeing his straining erection.

“Argh…damn, Cassidy,” he groaned loudly, the sound echoing across the empty balcony as her small, soft hand closed around his thick, veined length.

“You’re…gifted,” she murmured, pausing to look down at what she held.

“Shit…this is insane,” he mumbled breathlessly, trembling under the smooth, steady motion of her hand.

“You’re magnificent, Ashton,” she said, lifting her gaze to his tense, handsome face.

“I wonder how it would feel to have you inside me.” Her thumb swept slowly over his slick tip. “Ahhhn…” His stomach quivered beneath her touch. She watched, a satisfied smirk adorning her face.

With a fluid motion, she untied the lace of her underwear and let it fall, removing the last barrier between them.

She was new to this, guided only by raw desire. Her movements were clumsy, but if Ashton noticed, she was too absorbed to care. This wasn’t like her dream–it was real, fumbling, and entirely her own.

Without hesitation, she pressed him against her, rubbing his wet tip against her own slick heat.

“Ahhhn…” Their moans mingled in the quiet night. Cassie’s back arched, head falling back as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Cassie…” Ashton’s hands gripped her hips as she continued to move against him.

“This feels so good” She raved, breathless and ecstatic.

Then, without warning, she guided him to her entrance and sank down in one firm, deep motion.

“Argh…” Ashton gasped, freezing at the sudden, tight warmth enveloping him. He held his breath, completely still.

He stared at her, stunned–disbelief etched across his face as the reality of what she had just done finally sank in.

“Shit…you’re huge,” she whispered, stiffening at the overwhelming fullness.

For a long moment, they remained still, bodies locked together, each adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of their union. Though it wasn’t truly her first time, it felt like it–her body, untouched for years, responded with raw, untamed intensity.

“This is insane,” she breathed out with a soft, shaky laugh, attempting a slight shift of her hips. The

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movement sent a jolt through them both, and they gasped in unison.

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“So this is how it feels,” she whispered, bracing her hands against his chest as he gripped her hips. Slowly, she began to move, guided not by experience but by instinct–a rhythm born of pure need. “Ahhhn…” Her head fell back as her hips found their own pace, rising and falling with growing confidence. Ashton’s hands stayed firm on her hips, his gaze dark and intent, watching her move above him. He had surrendered control, letting her set the rhythm, his own restraint a taut thread beneath the surface.

“You’re magnificent, Cassie. So perfect,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. She barely heard him, lost in the mounting sensations.

He guided her gently as she rode him, her expression unraveling–eyes glazed, breath ragged.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands moving to her plump mounts, thumbs circling her pink buds as they bounced with each motion.

“Ashton…” Her voice trembled, and he recognized the edge in it–the approach of release.

A faint smile touched his lips at the sight of her flushed face, the sound of her breath catching.

“It’s fine. I’m here. Let it happen–it’s magnificent, Cassie” he reassured her, hands steadying her waist.

“Ash… ahhhn-”

Her body convulsed, tightening around him in waves. Ashton surged up, wrapping his arms around her as her climax shook her. The sudden clench pulled him over the edge with her.

“Oh, shit-” he gasped, shuddering as he spilled inside her, their cries mingling in the stillness of the

night.

Heavy breaths mingled in the quiet air as they clung to each other, skin damp with sweat despite the chill. The lingering scent of their intimacy hung between them.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Cassie rested against Ashton’s chest, his heartbeat wild and relentless beneath her ear. Strangely, it steadied her–grounded her in the reality of the night they had chosen.

“Thank you for tonight, Ashton,” she whispered, fingers tracing idle patterns across his flushed skin.

A low chuckle rumbled through him. “This isn’t the ‘thank you‘ part yet, Cassidy.” Amusement warmed

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