Page 13 of Claiming Chaos

Panting, she collapsed on top of me, sliding her arms beneath my shoulders and holding me tightly. I traced my fingers up and down her back, reveling in the feel of her wrapped around me, of her body still one with mine.

“Never in my life has sex been this good,” she whispered.

“We were made for each other, little witch.”

“Mmm… It feels that way sometimes.” She rolled to her side and snuggled against me.

For me, it felt that way all the time. Ash was the light to my darkness. The order to my madness. The one I wanted to spend eternity with.

My chest pinched with agony. There had to be an answer. Fate would not lead me to her and then tear her from my arms. I would do anything to spend my existence with her, no matter what the cost. It didn’t matter what I had to do…

Ash would be mine.