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Bracing his arap between the back in Long, slow, deliberate strokes which Fliss threatened to undo when she lifted her hips and ernails down his back to his buttocks, which she grasped

‘Faster,’ she whispered urgently

He wanted to takehim stroke for stroke, and he could barely restrain hi beca hiht and i over hi as she shuddered in his arms

And Ash could finally let go too He drove into her one final time as his own climax overtook him A climax like no other before He couldn’t tell where he ended and she began He only knew his body was exploding into hers and she was riding against hiasm of her own He heard himself call out her nae

His last thought hether he’d ever be able to get enough of this woman

It was only later, ain, just before the first rays of the new day started to creep over the horizon, when he realised their time was al her that he was returning ho more

‘Whose?’ she asked, the concern seeping through her voice, though she was clearly trying to keep her tone even

Just like back in the supply room, when she’d first seen the blood on his shoulder and wondered how he’d injured himself

And, just like then, another hairline fracture cracked through his core

‘Rosie’s’

Fliss looked aghast, an angry flush discolouring her skin

‘Ash, I’m so sorry God, how obvious You told me about your foster mother; I should have rear’

‘Don’t,’ he ordered, taking her hands in his andher look him in the eye

‘You asked if I was okay and I said I was I didn’t want to talk about it I didn’t want to think about it’

‘You wanted to forget,’ she realised ‘I was a distraction’