care about anything right now except getting my cock into Ashley. The elevator stops again, this time on the right floor.
I grip her arm once more and lead her out of the elevator and to our room.
I let the keycard hover over the lock.
Nothing. Just the fucking flashing little red light.
“Fuck!”
“Easy.” Ashley takes the card from me and taps it against the lock. The green light flashes, and she opens the door.
I’m so tense, taut as the strings on a freshly tuned violin. Tense and full of rage and ready to fuck this woman into the next century.
She pulls me into the room, and the door swings shut behind us.
I should ask her. Double-check to be sure she’s okay with this.
But she pulls me toward her, her back against the door. “Kiss me.”
I clamp my lips to hers once more, still full of rage, still full of lust. Our tongues duel as if we’re fighting a battle for life and love.
And perhaps we are.
Perhaps—
My thoughts cease, and those feelings—those feelings I’ve let lie dormant for so long inside me—boil over. I deepen the kiss, try to get closer and closer to her…
But this isn’t how to get close.
Getting close means getting inside her.
Now.
Right fucking now.
I lift her dress again and pull her panties down over her hips. Before I can tell her, she steps out of them and kicks them a few feet away.
I unbuckle my pants and unzip them. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, and I free it, holding it tightly in my fist, my balls already tightening and tingling.
I hoist Ashley in the air and set her down on my cock, thrusting into her against the wall.
Peace.
The rage and anger and lust and passion culminate into peace.
Except this peace is anything but peaceful. It’s the happy chaos after a war has ended.
A war I was fighting in my own mind.
Which makes me realize it isn’t actually peace at all. She’s awakened something in me—something I’m not quite ready to face.
An awakening masquerading as peace, until its true nature is revealed.
An awakening can be a walk through hell. That’s the chaos. The chaos of finding something I never knew I wanted…and knowing what it will cost.
Finding something that will destroy the walls I’ve come to depend on. The walls I’ve surrounded myself with for so long. The walls I only let topple when I’m alone in the vineyards, and even then, they’ve never tumbled all the way down.
Fuck.
A walk through hell.
That’s where my life is headed now.
Chapter Forty-Five
Ashley
He’s so huge, but he burns through me as though he was always meant to be there. He fucks me with his whole body.
He thrusts.
He thrusts.
He thrusts.
My back scrapes against the door, but I don’t care. I don’t care if he abrades my entire layer of skin, as long as he keeps fucking me.
Fucking me hard.
Fucking me fast.
He pants and grunts, sweat emerging on his brow. He grips my buttocks, holding me in place, and his corded muscles tense with each movement.
His pants and briefs are midway down his thighs, which should hamper his movement.
But not Dale.
He pushes all the way inside me until his huge cock is completely embedded in me.
I can’t think.
I’ve been with so many men, but never has one left me completely devoid of thought.
Only raw emotion courses through me—need, lust, pure aching want.
“Dale,” I moan softly. “Yes, Dale. Yes.”
He thrusts harder, harder, pushing against my clit and sending sparks hurtling through my body.
I’m close. So close, and—
“Dale! God!”
The climax explodes in my pussy and radiates out from my core to every nerve in my arms and legs, fingers and toes. My whole body tingles as I rise into a foggy high the color of Syrah wine.
The burgundy red envelops me, becomes almost visible as a bubble surrounding us.
And when he releases inside me, giving himself to me, the hue darkens, deepens, yet becomes even more vivid.
It’s a paradox of color and emotion.
And I’m in ecstasy.
Pure ecstasy.
A climax like never before.
A climax that seems almost impossible in its fierceness and strength.
A climax I know I’ll never forget.
A climax I’ll want again and again.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he groans. “Fuck!”
He stays embedded inside me, still holding me against the door, for a second or an hour. I’m not sure, as time seems suspended. Suspended in the garnet haze of our lust.
Breaths. Rapid huffs of air. Sweat. Drops of beaded sweat. His grasp so tight on my ass. Will he leave a mark? I don’t care.
That’s a lie. I do