Free Angel of Ash by Josephine Law

and hoped he hadn’t realized it, knowing a man such as Asher would enjoy someone more experienced and worldly than she herself was.
    But she could not stop the tingling sensation from coursing through her body and with a heated blushed realized she was still clutching his shoulders tightly, like a maddened wanton, before hurriedly bringing them down, dropping her eyes to the floor and one hand unconsciously placed upon her lips, as if trying to keep the imprint of that kiss upon her mind forever.
    It took Asher every ounce of will power he had not to kiss her again, instead, he held her hand tightly, lifting her chin to meet his eyes and smiling deeply Angel,” he said and Angel nodded almost absentmindedly, before hurriedly dropping her eyes away from his.
    How he must think of me as a wanton, she thought to herself and felt a deep shame for allowing him to kiss her after they known each other for less than one full day. She wanted to apologize for her behavior but that would be just as worse and so instead, made motions to leave, his hands, now removed, forever burned upon her flesh. “I-I, yes, of course, sir,” she said moving away as she watched him squat to pick up her chest, the muscles of his arms flexing beneath his jacket and suddenly she felt a rush of desire so strong she nearly wilted at the spot.
    “ Um…um, I will be, down, momentarily, alright?” She managed to stutter whirling away from him before turning back, backing away. “Just a moment,” she said and watched as he left before slamming the door behind him and falling to her bed in amazement. She had never felt such desire, had never even thought about such things until she had laid eyes upon Asher Davis. Oh, Lord, she got up, using the discarded small towel she had used for her face and placing it upon her cheeks to cool the hot flush. Finished washing, she rinsed her hands, blew the candles and fled downstairs, her stomach in knots. And as she walked down, she kept getting little shivers of pleasure which would course through her very body.
    She prayed valiantly that they would pass, but knew that if she stayed much longer in his presence she would have a hard time getting herself under control. And she really didn’t want to. She wanted to feel that course of pleasure as his lips upon hers, once more, no many times more, wanted to feel his tongue and hers dueling gently as he’d shown her. Oh, the horror, she was a wanton slut, she should have felt guilty, but did not, should have felt shame but could not bring said emotion to the forefront of her mind. Instead, she walked briskly outside where Asher had just finished tying her case to the rest of the luggage on the back of the carriage.
    Standing there and staring at him, she had eyes for no other man, as a thick lock of hair fell over his forehead and her hands itched to move it back, in fact, her feet had inexplicably started walking towards him, before stopping, he impatiently shoving the hair back before glancing up and seeing her stare at him oh, so hungrily.
    “ Are you ready, Angel?” He asked and watched her nod, a short jacket now upon her, covering up the beautiful cleavage she had showed him earlier. But he was glad for that one thing, glad that no other man could see what he had seen and intensely aware that if he were to see it himself, one more time, ravishing her would be upon the uppermost things to do today.
    Escorting her inside the waiting carriage, he quickly followed, closing the door behind them as they waved Oswald and his wife away, Beatrice, who’d packed the couple and his men large lunches.
    “ Are you ready for a brief respite, Beatrice packed bread and apples and cheese for breakfast, cold chicken and meat pies for lunch.”
    “ Yes, please, just an apple, however,” she said, aware of the tension in the carriage.
    He dug into the said basket, holding out a shiny red apple for her whom she reached for before he pulled his hands away slightly, hers within