Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) by Jessica Spoon Page A

Breccan moves so that I am laying on top of him.
    After a long while of catching our breath, Breccan moves my hair out of my face and says, “How about a bath and bed, dove?”
    “Mmmm…” I mumble, unable to actually form words after this day of nearly non-stop sex.
    Breccan lets out a laugh and carries me up the stairs. He takes me to the bathroom and starts the bathwater as I just sit on the counter and watch him move. After the tub is full he picks me up and sets me in the water.
    “I’m going to take Bane out and then I will be back to join you. Okay?” he asks me.
    I smile and nod as I lean back in my tub. Breccan leans forward and kisses me softly before I close my eyes and relax back into the warm water.
     
    *****
     
    I wake up before my alarm goes off and I can’t stand to open my eyes. I was having such a good dream. For once. A dream where Breccan and I worked everything out and we were back together.
    But… of course… it was all a dream.
    I instantly dread attempting to spend another day pretending.
    Pretending that, yes, I am okay.
    That, no, I don’t miss Breccan.
    Early mornings like this are the only times when I can allow myself to truly wallow in my misery; and only ever for very short periods of time.
    I roll over in bed keeping my eyes shut, hoping to snuggle with Bane for a bit before getting up, and I land on something hard.
    Much harder than Bane.
    I peek one eye open and see a man’s chest next to my face. A very familiar chest; one that I would know anywhere.
    As the weekend’s events come flooding into my brain, I could smack myself for forgetting that it was all real. A rush of excitement and desire surge through my entire body and I nestle closer to Breccan’s side and let out a long satisfied sigh. My core is still pulsing from the activities of the past two days leading my lips to form a smile.
    Breccan’s arm curls around me, pulling me closer into him. That wonderfully familiar tingling courses through me and settles in my soul.
    “Good morning, dove,” he growls into my ear, his voice soft and rough rushing over me. He begins to nibble on my neck.
    “Good morning, Brecc ,” I purr back and smile coyly as I breathe in his scent.
    “How did you sleep?” he asks me as he trails his hand along the bare skin of my back and down to my hip. My lower abdomen clenches with need and passion.
    “I slept very well, actually,” I answer as I look up at him.
    My eyes wander over his features and his magnificence takes my breath away. His dark blonde hair is tousled and falling around his face and loosely down to his shoulders. The stubble that covers his chiseled and strong jaw begs to roughen my skin. His straight nose and full lips only add to the perfection of the Adonis.
    As always, I wait until last to make contact with his eyes; those amazing, soul searching, cerulean blue eyes.
    “Mmmm…” he responds to my perusal of him and turns his body into mine as he rolls me over, stretching himself out above me. “Something on your mind, dove?” He smiles then leans his face down to my neck and nibbles a trail from the hollow of my throat, where my dove necklace resides, spending extra time trailing his tongue around the pendent and up behind my ear.
    “Same thing as yours, I imagine ,” I moan then gasp as he bites down gently on my neck.
    “Well… great minds and all that.” He continues his assault on my neck.
    He brings his hand up and pinches my nipple. I inhale a sharp breath and let it out on a moan. My hips undulate under his weight. My core floods and begs for attention with a constant throbbing. I let out another, more strangled, moan as he presses his erection into my thigh.
    My legs part and his hips fall between them. I say a quick and silent thank you up above, that neither of us had the energy to put clothing on last night as he slowly fills me with his massive cock.
    My heart rate kicks up and my legs lock around his back. He makes slow, short thrusts into