Page 42 of Bound in Ashes

All-consuming.

I looked down when he pulled out, his cock hard, angry red, his expression feral.

He pulled me up and straddled my shoulders.

I opened for him automatically, and he fed me his cock, hot, hard, tasting of my cum and his.

“Asia,” he groaned. “Fuck—Asia—” He fisted my hair and held me still, his hips rocked as he spurted cum into my mouth.

I swallowed greedily, letting my tongue trace his shaft until he softened and slipped out of my mouth, a trail of spit and cum painting my lips.

He pushed back until I was lying down again, sliding down my body, and dropped his forehead dropped to mine, his weight pressing me into the floor.

“You okay?” he asked a few moments later.

“Yeah. You?”

He didn’t respond, but he stroked my neck, his fingers tracing his mark.

And we lay there, and I didn’t speak, didn’t even want to breathe.

Because whatever came next, whatever was out there, we had this and we had now.

But still, as perfect as this was, there was a truth I couldn’t escape.

I was scared.

Not of the zombies. Not of the future.

I was scared of Jack leaving.

I needed him, and would have to figure out how to make it without him.

And I didn’t know how.

He cupped my face, staring down at me, his dark eyes revealing nothing.

Then he kissed me.

Soft.

Sweet.

Devastating.

I kissed him back, pouring all that fear I wouldn’t ever speak into.

Like always Jack was there. And at that moment, I pretended he always would be.

Even though that was a lie.

He stroked my sides as he settled between my thighs, his cock hard.

He entered me without preamble, and fucked me roughly, almost desperately.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin.

He grunted and thrust harder.