Page 31 of Asylum (The Wellard Asylum #9)

A fter tossing and turning for hours, I still can’t go to sleep.

Something deep inside me aches for Andrew.

He’s upset, and it bothers me that as his wife, I don’t know what to do.

He went to bed without eating, and all I did was pick at my food until I finally got up, throwing it into the trash.

A deep loneliness settled in my chest as I took a shower and slipped into bed.

He was harsh before leaving the kitchen, but he’s probably stressed, and my situation isn’t making things any easier.

I should go to him, shouldn’t I?

My memories of our previous relationship may be nonexistent, but I have feelings for him now, and I want to soothe whatever has him so stressed.

Untangling myself from the blanket, I pad across the floor, slipping from the bedroom.

The hall is dark, but there is a faint stream of light peeking from underneath his door.

My nerves have me on the verge of running back to my room, but I stand firm as I raise my knuckles to the wood, knocking softly.

“Come in,” he calls.

Opening the door, I enter his room, and all the air rushes from my lungs.

He’s sitting up in bed, relaxed against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to his waist. He’s shirtless, and my mouth waters as I take in his toned chest and abdomen, ridges defining his muscular upper body.

His hair is damp from a shower, his tanned skin flushed, most likely from scalding his knotted muscles.

“Did you need something, Lilly?” He interrupts my thoughts.

My body trembles with awareness, my core aching for friction and pressure. I clear my throat. “Which room was our room?”

He blinks as if my question caught him off guard. “The one you’re sleeping in. Why?”

His eyes darken as I approach his side of the bed. Gripping the edge of the blanket, I pull it back, grateful he’s wearing a pair of briefs. It’d be extremely awkward if he’d been naked.

He doesn’t speak as I take his hand, tugging him up. He obliges, following me out of the room, as I lead him to our bedroom.

Letting go of his hand, I climb into bed, my body vibrating with nerves. Pulling back the blanket, I watch him as he gazes at me from the doorway. “I’d like for you to stay in here with me.”

He tilts his head. “Why, little doll?”

My stomach sinks. “You don’t have to. I just thought maybe-”

He stalks to the side of the bed, gripping my chin with his fingers. “Tell me why, Lilly.”

“Something is bothering you, and I’m your wife. You should be in here with me.”

I gasp as he places his palm on my chest, pushing me down onto the mattress.

He crawls over me, and I bite back a moan as his weight pins me for a brief moment before he shifts onto his side.

Desire for my husband hits me like a ton of bricks, and suddenly I can’t think of anything other than his body pressed against mine.

He grips my waist with one hand, rolling me onto my side to face him. My breath quickens as our lips hover a few inches apart.

“Bad day, little doll,” he whispers.

“Do you want to talk about it? Is there anything I can do?” He watches my mouth as I speak, and as I try to be a good wife, and console my husband, every thought running through my mind begins and ends with his hands on me.

He shifts closer, and my thighs clench as the scent of his spicy body wash fills my lungs. “Are you okay? You seem tense.” His lips brush my jaw, the light touch torturous.

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

“Hmmm.” He hums, sending a shiver down my spine. “Do you want to kiss me, Lilly?” I nod my head, and he smirks, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. “I’m all yours.”

I don’t give my brain time to come up with some logical reason why I shouldn’t rush this.

Andrew is mine, and I want him.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his.

His grip tightens on my hip, as his other hand snakes around my neck, fisting the hair at the base of my skull.

His tongue licks the seam of my lips, and as I open for him, his chest rumbles with a sound so masculine, I melt against him.

He pushes me onto my back, and I moan as he settles his weight between my thighs, caging me in with his forearms on either side of my head. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

His words make my chest ache. How the hell I ever forgot this feeling is beyond me. Sadness threatens to consume me with all the things I don’t remember.

He pulls away, searching my face. “Do you want me?”

A pang of guilt twists in my gut, hating that I made him doubt how I feel. “Yes.”

He cups my cheek with his palm, and I nuzzle into his touch. “I need you so fucking badly, Lilly. But if you’re not ready-”

“I’m ready,” I blurt out, and he cocks an eyebrow. “I got lost in my head for a minute.”

“What were you thinking about?”

My cheeks heat, but I tell him the truth. “I don’t know how I could ever forget this.”

He grins. “Oh really?”

I slap his chest. “Don’t get cocky.”

His eyes darken, the intensity almost too much to bear. “I’m going to keep you in this bed, fucking you for days until you’re begging me to stop. I’m going to use you, break you, and when you regain consciousness, I’ll do it all over again.”

My mouth is suddenly dry at his delicious threat. My mind can’t conjure a single response, so I do the only thing I can. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down as I crash our lips together.

He growls, the vibration going straight to my pussy. My hips rise, seeking the friction I so desperately need, but he chuckles against my mouth. “So impatient.”

His hand leaves my hip, slipping lower, sliding inside the waistband of my sleep shorts. I gasp as he trails a single finger across my panties, tracing my seam through the drenched fabric. He pushes them to the side, sinking a finger inside me. “You’re fucking soaked.”

A whimper escapes me as he withdraws, only to add another one. My hips buck into his hand, begging for release. “Please.”

“That’s it, little doll. Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he mutters against my lips before trailing his tongue across my jaw, sucking and nipping a path down my neck. “Be a good girl. Come on my hand, and I’ll give you my cock.”

He’s so fucking arrogant, but it works for me. My lower belly coils tightly, my legs shaking uncontrollably. Indecent noises leave my lips, but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed. I’m teetering on the brink of oblivion, but I need something more. “Harder. Please.”

“So fucking pretty when you beg.” He groans, pressing his thumb against my clit, the pressure sending me over the edge.

Crying out his name, my body arches off the bed, my hips grinding against his skilled fingers. He whispers praises in my ear, his warm breath sending a wave of awareness across my skin. He circles my clit slowly, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my limp body.

As I lie motionless, my limbs tingling, my skin flushed, he slides his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his mouth. My lips part as I watch him suck them clean, his tongue catching what’s sliding down his palm, his eyes closed as if he’s experiencing pleasure the way I just did.

My thighs clench around his waist, and his eyes fly open, full of danger and darkness. “I can’t wait to stuff your tight pussy with my tongue. But that will have to wait. I need you wrapped around my cock.”

He rises from the bed, gripping the waistband of my shorts, jerking them down my legs along with my panties.

He discards them onto the floor before doing the same with his briefs.

My lips part as I unabashedly stare at his cock, both fascinated, and terrified.

He’s long and thick, a large vein traveling the entire length of his shaft.

Licking my lips, I reach for it, but he bats my hand away.

He moves onto the bed, crawling up my body, trailing his thumb across my bottom lip.

“There’ll be time for that later, little doll.

I look forward to fucking that beautiful face of yours.

” He kisses me fast and hard before rising to his knees, spreading my thighs wider.

He stares between my legs, his pupils dilating.

“So swollen and pink. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you? ”

“Yes.” I moan, wiggling my hips, begging to be filled.

His thumbs spread me open as he pushes the head of his cock inside me.

My pussy stretches, a burning sensation traveling through my core.

The pain only intensifies the pleasure, and my eyes roll back in my head.

He withdraws, sliding back in further this time.

My back arches, and I feel like I may lose consciousness.

He withdraws once more, but I don’t have time to feel hollow or empty.

He slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat.

He pauses, that cocky smirk on his lips once again. “Too much?”

“Yes!” I pant, already addicted to the pain. “Don’t stop.”

The rumble in his chest combined with the feral look in his eyes has me wrapping my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back.

He falls forward, catching his weight on his forearms. He brings his hand to the top of my head, fisting my hair.

His other hand flies to my throat, his long fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of my neck. “Don’t fucking let go.”

Oh. God.

He slides out slowly, his eyes on my face, watching me for a moment before driving into me again.

It’s the last break I get.

“Remember how much I care for you, Lilly.” He grins. “It’s about to feel like I don’t.”

A strangled cry is torn from my throat as he fucks me like my only purpose in this world is to take his cock.

His grip on my hair is painful. His hold on my throat is unforgiving.

The brutal pace of his hips is my undoing.

I come so fucking hard, tears spring to my eyes.

My nails dig into his back, the pain making him groan, and his hips snap back and forth harder, faster.

“You’re gripping me so tight,” he grounds out, his jaw clenched.

“More.” I beg before my body has a chance to recover.

My overstimulated body is weak and useless, but I’d happily lie here while he fucks me into a coma. I can’t get enough of him.

He pulls out abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach. He grips my hips roughly, pulling me onto my hands and knees. “Hold onto the headboard.”

I do as I’m told, my fingers clenching around the iron rods so tightly, my knuckles turn white. He drives his cock inside me so hard, my body rocks forward, my grip on the headboard the only thing stopping my head from crashing into it.

“Oh fuck!” I scream, tears steadily streaming down my face.

He jerks my face to the side. “So pretty when you cry for me, little doll.”

“You’re so deep. It’s too much.” I sob, meeting his thrusts as he uses my body.

He gathers my hair in one hand, jerking my head back as he leans down, his lips against my ear.

“Such a good little whore for your husband.” He slams into me over and over, his grunts of pleasure making me clench around him so tightly, it’s painful.

“You like being my fuck toy don’t you, little doll?

You’ll be raw and useless by the time I’m finished with you. ”

His filthy mouth has me spiraling once again, but this time he comes with me.

He roars like an animal as he fills my abused pussy with his cum, slowly thrusting, dragging out every ounce of pleasure between us.

I collapse onto the mattress, and he follows, shifting onto his side beside me.

He pulls me into his arms, cradling my head in the crook of his neck. “You’re perfect.”

It’s the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.