Page 43 of Bound in Ashes

“You’re mine,” he said.

There was no tenderness in his voice, and no room for contradiction.

I didn’t know anything, but this—Jack—was undeniable.

“Yours,” I whispered.

“Again,” he demanded, adding a hard thrust at the end of the word.

“Yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours, Jack.”

“Fucking right you are.”

He pounded into me. Brutal. Perfect.

Exactly what I needed.

I wrapped my legs around him, taking him deeper.

“You’re mine, too,” I gasped.

That stopped him, just for a second.

His eyes locked on mine, and for a split second, he smiled.

Then he moved again, his fingers playing with my over sensitive clit with no patience and no mercy.

It was too much.

“I can’t,” I said, my voice ragged.

“You can. Do it now. Come on my cock. Now.”

His voice, his touch unleashed something inside me.

The orgasm ripped through me.

Violent.

Consuming.

Just like Jack.

He thrust and then pulled out, his cum painting my belly.

He collapsed next to me and splayed his hand on my stomach, his fingers absently rubbing his cum into my skin.

“I should get on watch,” he said later.

Neither of us moved at first.

Then he pulled away, and I followed.

But I dressed slowly, sad to leave this place, the peace that I’d found here.