Her hands explored his body as if she had never touched him before. Their kiss, it was vicious as her fingers dug into his skin with lust while he laid her down. She loved Kellan, but love wasn’t what she felt in this moment as she wrapped her legs around him. The heat of aggression was her passion, frustration was her fuel, pain was her energy. Even when her husband was killed, even when her world was destroyed, even when she thought her brother was dead, never had she felt this way before. She hurt. Something had changed in the Knightfall Saint, something had broke when she was betrayed by the man she has completely trusted and this wasn’t fixing it… it was making it worse.
There was no love in this, not for Ashley, there was only pain. She could try and justify this. That she needed this. That this would help her heal. That this would be the only time. But it would be nothing but lies, and if Ashley was one thing, she wasn’t a liar… or at least she wasn’t before. But as their hot breath pressed against each other’s skin, she knew this wouldn’t be the only time. As he held her so close they felt they could meld into each other, she knew this wouldn’t help her. Then as he finally pulled away from her, releasing her from his grasp, she knew… she was now addicted to the pain that he caused her.
Catching her breath she now getting dressed. She didn't say a single word, she couldn't even look at him. The lust of anger had overtaken her and she allowed it to. There was no excuse she could make. She wanted it. Now.... what was next? She begun to pick up her papers and other items that were knocked off her desk during their sinful encounter, carefully placing them where they once where. "Were you going to leave something for me?" She asked, not bothering to explain how she figured out his initial reasoning for coming. When he saw her in her office, he was just as surprised to see her as she was with him, he wasn't expecting her to be here. Which meant he was either going to take something... or leave something. Figuring he wouldn't dare to steal from her, leaving something seemed the more probable reasoning. She dared to not speak of what just happened, she couldn't... she wouldn't.