Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

ASH

T he night air was thick with the scent of magnolias as Ash and Geneva rushed through the gates of the opulent Duvall mansion in the city’s Garden District, their hearts still pounding from the intense battle they had just survived. Ash's rugged features, darkened by a day's worth of stubble, were etched with concern as he held his wounded arm, a fresh trail of blood staining his torn sleeve. Geneva's emerald eyes, usually sharp and focused, softened with worry as she guided him towards the guest house, her sanctuary within the estate.

The guest house, a charming hideaway nestled amid the lush gardens that framed the expansive brick courtyard behind the house, provided the perfect refuge for their quickly evolving relationship. As they stepped inside, the warm glow of the fireplace illuminated the cozy interior, creating an intimate atmosphere. Geneva's long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as she helped Ash to one of the two chairs at the small table.

"Let me take a look at that wound, Ash," Geneva said, her voice soft and husky with unspoken desires. She carefully peeled away the bloodied fabric, revealing a gash on his muscular forearm, a reminder of the close call they had experienced.

Ash's breath hitched as her delicate fingers grazed his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "It's not too bad, just a scratch. It's nothing compared to the pain I feel when I'm away from you, Geneva," he murmured, his dark eyes smoldering with passion.

Geneva's cheeks flushed, and she felt her control slipping, something she rarely experienced. "We should clean it first," she managed, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body. She moved towards the bathroom, fetching a first aid kit and a damp cloth.

As she tended to his wound, her fingers gently caressing his skin, Ash's breath grew shallow. He watched her every move, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, hidden beneath her tight-fitting attire. Geneva's nimble fingers worked efficiently, cleaning the wound, but her touch was far from clinical. Each brush of her hand sent sparks of desire coursing through Ash's veins.

"You have the softest hands, Geneva," he whispered, his voice hoarse with want. "I can't believe you're a demon-hunting fae. You're so gentle, yet I know you're capable of so much more—skilled, tough, resilient."

Geneva's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. She had always prided herself on her control, but with Ash, she found herself craving a different kind of release. "I've never been one to back down from a challenge, Ash," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "And you are most definitely a challenge—one I seem incapable of resisting."

Without another word, Geneva stood and moved towards the bed, her movements graceful and purposeful. Ash's eyes followed her, his body coiled tightly with anticipation. She climbed onto the bed, her long hair pooling around her like a dark halo and patted the space beside her.

Ash needed no further invitation. He shed his bloodied shirt, revealing a chiseled torso, before joining her on the bed. The iron frame creaked slightly under their combined weight, adding a sensual rhythm to their encounter. Geneva's eyes devoured him, taking in the hard planes of his body, the rippling muscles, and the dark ink that adorned his skin.

"You're gorgeous," she whispered. "I want to explore every inch of you."

Her words sent a jolt of pleasure through Ash's body, and he reached for her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a fevered kiss, tongues tangling as they devoured each other with pent-up passion. Geneva's hands roamed over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, while Ash's fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the lace of her bra and the swell of her breasts.

"I want to feel you, all of you," Ash growled against her lips, his hands sliding beneath her bra to cup her full breasts. Geneva arched into his touch, her nipples hardening under his skilled fingers. "And I want to taste you," he added, his breath hot against her skin.

With a swift wave of her hand, Geneva discarded the rest of her clothing, revealing her curvaceous form. Her skin glowed in the firelight, accentuating the hourglass shape that had captivated Ash from the start. She lay back on the bed, her hair fanning out like a dark, sensual wave, and beckoned him with her eyes.

Ash's gaze traveled the length of her body, taking in the sight of her plump breasts, the curve of her waist, and the thatch of dark curls between her thighs. He moved over her, his body hovering above hers, and lowered his head to her breasts. He took one taut peak into his mouth, suckling gently at first, then increasing the pressure, drawing a moan from Geneva's lips.

"Ash," she breathed, her hands threading through his dark hair.

He continued his sensual assault, lavishing attention on her breasts, his tongue and teeth eliciting a symphony of gasps and moans from Geneva. He trailed kisses down her belly, his hands caressing her thighs, trailing up until he reached her sex.

"You're so wet, Geneva," he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh.

With that, he settled himself between her legs, parting her folds with his thumbs, revealing her glistening pussy. Geneva's hips bucked involuntarily as he lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to taste her. He licked her slowly, deliberately, from the entrance of her core to the peak of her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Yes, Ash," she moaned, her fingers gripping the iron headboard.

Ash complied, his tongue working its magic, circling her clit, dipping into her wetness, and then returning to her throbbing nub. Geneva's body trembled as he sucked her clit into his mouth, the sensation sending her spiraling towards the edge of ecstasy.

"Don’t stop, please," she whispered, her voice strained.

Ash increased the tempo, his tongue moving faster, his fingers joining in to rub her clit in time with his mouth. Geneva's back arched off the bed, her body rigid with pleasure as her orgasm seemed to build within her.

"Come for me, Geneva," Ash growled, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you as you come on my tongue."

His words were the final push she needed. Geneva's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his probing tongue as she cried out in release. Ash continued to lap at her, drawing out her orgasm, until she lay boneless and sated on the bed.

As Geneva's breathing slowed, Ash moved up her body, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and jaw. "You're incredible, Geneva," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "So responsive and beautiful."

Geneva's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. "You make me feel things I never thought possible, Ash," she admitted, her cheeks flushed. "I want more of you, all of you."

Ash's eyes darkened with a possessive glint. "Your wish is my command," he teased, his voice low. "I plan to show you just how wild and good we can be together."

With that, he positioned himself between her thighs, his hard cock nudging at her entrance. Geneva's body trembled with anticipation as she looked into his dark, passionate eyes. With one swift thrust, Ash filled her with his length, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm.

Ash set a relentless pace, driving into her, his hips snapping against hers with each powerful stroke. Geneva met his thrusts, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered to the raw, animalistic pleasure.

"Yes, Ash," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me."

Ash did as she asked, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. He thrust into her with abandon, his body slick with sweat, his muscles flexing as he pounded into her willing flesh. Geneva matched his intensity, her pussy gripping him tightly, her inner muscles rippling around his shaft.

"Come for me again, Geneva," Ash growled, his voice thick with need

Geneva's body tightened around him, her orgasm building—this time more intense, more consuming. She cried out, her nails raking his back, as her pussy convulsed, milking his cock. Ash's own release was imminent, and he thrust into her one final time, burying himself deep within her as he spilled his seed, their bodies merging in a euphoric climax.

They lay entwined, breathless and sated, their hearts pounding in unison. Ash's lips found hers in a tender kiss, their tongues intertwining as they savored the aftermath of their passionate union.

"I never knew sex could be so intense," Geneva whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his face.

Ash smiled, his dark eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "This is only the beginning. I plan to show you just how deep this rabbit hole goes."

L ater, as they lay entwined in one another’s arms, Geneva extricated herself and with a playful laugh, drew him out of the bed, pulling him towards the bath. Her full breasts, round hips, and soft, pale skin were a sight to behold. Ash's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his body responding instantly to her allure. She was a vision of raw, unapologetic femininity.

"Let's not keep the water waiting." She clicked on the light, revealing a spacious bathroom with a large shower area and a freestanding bathtub. The tiles, in shades of deep emerald and black, added to the luxurious ambiance.

"Damn, Geneva," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're a goddess."

She wagged her finger at him. “Not a goddess, but a fae/human hybrid,” she teased, her green eyes sparkling with pleasure at the admiration in his voice. She stepped into the shower, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature until it was just right. Steam began to fill the room, adding to the sensual atmosphere.

"Come and join me, Ash," she beckoned, her voice low and sultry.

Ash needed no further invitation. He quickly joined her, revealing his sculpted physique, every muscle defined and taut. His erection, thick and hard, jutted proudly from his groin, a testament to his desire for Geneva.

He stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body, sending shivers of pleasure through him. Geneva's eyes locked onto his cock, the sensual smile becoming far more playful. She drew him under the rainfall showerhead as she reached for the handheld body sprayer, her fingers brushing against his chest as she did so, sending delightful tingles through his body.

"Let me show you what I can do with this," she purred, her voice husky.

Geneva directed the stream of water down Ash's body, starting at his shoulders and moving slowly downward. The warm water massaged his skin, causing him to shiver with delight. She teased his nipples, the water pressure stimulating them, and Ash groaned, his head falling back as he relished the sensation.

"You like that, don't you?" Geneva whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I can tell you're a man who appreciates the finer things in life."

She moved the showerhead lower, letting the water caress his abs, tracing each muscle with the warm spray. Ash's hands gripped the shower wall as he braced himself against the overwhelming pleasure. Geneva's fingers danced over his skin, following the path of the water, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so beautiful, Ash," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear. "Every inch of you is a work of art."

With slow, deliberate movements, Geneva guided the showerhead lower, letting the water run over his hard length. Ash's breath hitched as the warm stream enveloped his cock, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Geneva's fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking in time with the water, her touch firm and confident.

"Oh, fuck, Geneva," he gasped, his hips thrusting forward. "You're driving me wild."

Geneva chuckled, the sound throaty and full of promise. "That's the idea, my handsome demon. I want you wild; I want you desperate for me."

She knelt before him, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. Ash's eyes rolled back as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive underside. She sucked him deeply, her lips gliding up and down his length, her hand working in unison, creating a symphony of pleasure.

"Geneva, you're incredible," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Your mouth... it's fucking perfect."

Geneva hummed in response, the vibration sending Ash spiraling closer to the edge. She sucked him harder, her hand moving faster, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently.

Ash's body trembled, his knees weak with the intensity of the pleasure.

"Come for me, Ash," Geneva whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "I want to taste you, to feel your cum rush down my throat."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting Ash's desire. He bucked his hips, thrusting into her mouth, his hands gripping her head and guiding her rhythm. Geneva's eyes sparkled with pleasure as she looked up at him, her mouth working feverishly, her throat constricting around his length.

Ash's climax built, his body tensing, every muscle straining as he fought to hold on. But with Geneva's skilled mouth and hands working in perfect harmony, he couldn't resist the inevitable.

"Geneva, I'm gonna... ah, fuck!" Ash cried out, his body arching as he came, his hot cum shooting into her mouth. Geneva swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of him, her hand milking his shaft to draw out every last drop.

As Ash's orgasm subsided, he pulled Geneva up, kissing her deeply, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance. They stood under the shower, water cascading over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their passionate encounter.

He knew the connection that they were forging would not solve all the differences and doubts that lay between them, but it was one hell of a start, and he felt as if the foundation they were building was strong. The problem remained, though: there were demons trafficking souls, and if the fight they’d endured tonight was any indication, what they were facing was far more dangerous than he’d originally believed.