Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1390

Their reunion after the long separation from Jayrodale reignited sparks neither had forgotten. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and the body more desperate. As a result, Andrew held nothing back.

Soon, the buxom beauty was gasping in familiar ecstasy. Whether for Andrew's convenience or her own whimsy, she had even tied her hair into two thick ponytails that now bounced tantalizingly with every movement.

Andrew grabbed them and thought they made perfect handles. The whole experience felt even better.

"Andrew… faster…" Francesca whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure overtook her.

Unlike Lauren's restrained passion or Aspen's bashful surrender, Francesca was fearless in bed, granting Andrew complete dominion over her curves. The quiet, bookish girl the world saw hid an unexpected vixen between the sheets.

About 40 minutes later, the battle concluded with Francesca collapsing against him, her doll-like face flushed and smiling in exhausted satisfaction.

"Don't… wake me tomorrow. My legs are too weak… I need… sleep…"

Andrew gave her impressive bosom an appreciative squeeze. Under normal circumstances, he would never let her off so easily—he would have her back on her feet for another round until she was begging for mercy, utterly spent.

Nonetheless, tonight was different. His little servant was waiting eagerly in the next room, and he still had one final "peak" to conquer.

Without hesitation, Andrew decided to test his limits. Pushing open Aspen's door, he strode in to find her reclining on the bed in a sheer nightgown, revealing just part of her chest.

At his entrance, she immediately flushed crimson. "Shouldn't… shouldn't you rest first? You're all sweaty…"

Ever since her first time with Andrew, Aspen had grown increasingly attentive. Her concern for his well-being was both touching and amusing.

"No need," Andrew declared, his stamina undimmed. "They say lust wears down the bones, but mine are tempered steel."

With a giggle, Aspen handed him a glass of water and two unassuming pills cupped in her other palm.

"Master, drink!" Aspen urged, pressing the glass to his lips.