Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1391

---- Chapter 1391 With gritted teeth and hot breaths, Andrew repositioned Aspen and continued his relentless assault. Aspen's face flushed with panic, her lips parting to beg for mercy. Yet, before a word escaped, her snow-white neck arched sharply as she gasped A storm raged over her-inescapable, overwhelming. The night became a cycle of sweet torment. Once, twice -she lost count of how many times she teetered on the edge of consciousness, certain Andrew would be the death of her.

Of course, this kind of "death" did not frighten her-it thrilled her. By the end, Aspen clung to Andrew desperately, their sweat-slicked bodies fused together atop the drenched sheets. Meanwhile, Rafael and Mosby also had a busy night at a ---- luxury villa on Blumedale's outskirts. Two of Gabo Creek's most popular starlets lay sprawled unconscious on the large bed that was now stained crimson. Rafael gestured for his secretary to pour two glasses of wine.

Lighting a cigar, he smirked at Mosby and said, " Drink. You'll need it after that performance. Damn, I'm all bloody down there!" Mosby's earlier defeat had vanished from his expression. He raised his glass with a smirk, clinking it against Rafael's. "Your spot never disappoints, Mr. Driscoll. Even a man who just lost his whole family could find paradise here." "Though... maybe ease up on the performance enhancers? It's not good for your health." Rafael waved him off. "Please.

My medical team is the best money can buy. I'm actually taking the famous Titan Essence Pill; | could go another 300 rounds right now. Mosby laughed. "Impressive as always, Mr. Driscoll! If you go for another round, those starlets will need ---- ambulances." Rafael shrugged. "They want fame? My resources don't come cheap. Pretty faces mean pretty suffering." Suddenly, Mosby's mood darkened. "But all this pleasure can't erase that bastard, Andrew.