Chapter 191

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.