Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

“Ash–ton-” she tried to resist, but her strength paled in comparison to his.

One arm locked around her waist, the other holding her in place, leaving her nowhere to retreat. The moment she tried to speak again, his kiss deepened, silencing her.

It was consuming–overwhelming. She tasted wine on his breath, sharp and intoxicating, and felt the dangerous heat spread through her nerves despite herself. Worse, her body betrayed her, softening, responding.

“Ashton…” she managed when his lips trailed from her mouth, along her jaw.

“Stop,” she said breathlessly, pushing weakly against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I’m cherishing you, Cassidy,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to look into her eyes–dark, intent. “The only good thing about your shameless husband is that he’s given me this chance.”

Before she could respond, his face buried against her neck, his breath warm, lingering, unraveling her resolve.

“Ashton… no…” Panic threaded her voice when his other hand slipped along the slit of her gown, sliding where it had no right to be. Her breath hitched as his touch skimmed bare skin beneath the fabric, slow and deliberate.

“Ashton, not here…” she whispered urgently, fingers flying to his wrist when his hand strayed lower–far too close, separated only by a fragile barrier of lace.

Her grip tightened, desperate, but he barely seemed to register her plea. His fingers brushed warmth through the flimsy fabric, and the contact sent a traitorous shiver racing through her body.

She froze, caught between protest and sensation, her heart hammering as the night seemed to hold its

breath around them.

Her fingers closed around his wrist, stopping him just in time–but the damage was already done. Her body reacted, arching involuntarily, a soft sound escaping her lips before she could stop it.

He stilled, sensing it.

“You are wet, Cassidy” he murmured against her skin.

“Ahhh…Ashton” Cassie gasped, her breath uneven, her mind screaming for control while her body betrayed her completely.

When his name slipped from her lips again, it was no longer a plea–but a surrender she hadn’t meant to

give.

She clung to him, surrendering to the way his body guided hers, every touch unraveling her restraint. “Someone… might… come up here,” she managed between ragged breaths, forcing herself to remember

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where they were. The last thing she wanted was an audience for a moment that had already spiraled far beyond control.

“No one would dare,” he murmured huskily, his mouth returning to her neck, leaving her resolve in tatters.

“Ahh…” she shuddered, a soft moan slipping free as his hand slid beneath the delicate lace, his touch igniting heat that spread through her in slow, dizzying waves–each movement drawing her deeper under his spell.

“Shit…” she whispered, breathless now, her hips betraying her as they followed his lead.

“Goodness, Ashton Pierce…” Her voice trembled, pleasure threading through every syllable.

“We’re on the rooftop,” she murmured dazedly, clinging to his strength because her own had abandoned her long ago.

“The party… it’s still going on. They’ll be looking for us.” She tried to be rational. Tried–and failed.

“We’ll make our own party here,” he replied softly, utterly unconcerned with the world below.

“Let them look. I prefer it this way.” he smirked.

“You won’t divorce your husband,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and deliberate, “so I’ll steal moments like this–every time he forgets to cherish you.”

He nibbled gently at her ear, his warm breath fanning her already fevered skin.

“Do you like this better, Cassidy?” he continued softly.

“Sneaking while your husband is distracted… choosing me when no one’s looking.”

“Damn it, Ashton…” she breathed.

Instead of recoiling from his words, her body betrayed her–every nerve sharpening beneath his touch. She trembled with pleasure, breath hitching as warmth spread through her, responding helplessly to the slow, deliberate way his fingers traced her moist slit.

“Let me love you this way, Cassie,” he whispered. “I’ll take every forbidden chance I can get–every moment you’ll give me.” His words alone were enough to make her sway.

“Then steal it with me,” she replied quietly, boldly, her lips brushing his ear in return.

“Just this moment.”

Her hands slid to him, confident now, deliberate, as she leaned closer–close enough for him to feel her breath when she whispered,

“I want you.”

“Ah-!” she gasped as he turned her swiftly, the expensive gown so carefully admired earlier falling into disarray. She was bent just enough to steal her balance, breath leaving her in a sharp rush as he pressed

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close, claiming the space between them without ceremony.

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