Warning: Adult Themes, skip to next chapter if triggers you
Tears streaked my face as burst past my maids who awaited me. I wiped the tears away as I entered my room. I turned to see Ashton had followed me to my room, shutting the door behind him. I expected him to taunt me. But to striped his gloves, tossing them away. His strides took no time as he came to me. I was about to push him off when he enveloped me in a tight embrace, tracing my every curve in his hands.
"I need you," I gasped, pulling away to meet Ashton's gaze. "Desperately."
"Then show me," he demanded, his eyes blazing with desire. My heart skipped a beat as he kissed my lips, hard and deep. I moaned, my body shuddering with undeniable pleasure as we moved to the bed. He hovered above as I laid flat on my back. His hands began to explore, moving up my thighs to gently brush the powerful muscles there. My eyes widened as he then cupped her breast, squishing it between his palms. "I deserve more," he growled, reaching down to undo the ties on the front of my gown.
He jumped from the bed, undoing his own clothes before me. I shivered with depraved desire as I spread my legs, tugging him towards me. I lifted my gown over my head, letting him pull my undergarments down. "Please," I whispered, "be gentle." My heart hammered in my chest as our lips melted together.
"Done." He whispered against my lips. He thrust himself into me, just the tip sliding inside. I moaned, my body bucking in response to the sheer pleasure as he went deeper.
"Ashton." I moaned his name, clawing his back. We kept at it for what felt like an eternity, our hearts pounding in the dark bedroom. As Ashton pulled my face to his, I opened my mouth, offering him my tongue in a passionate plea.
With a fierce growl, he thrust his tongue in, tasting the fruit of our intense passion. Our bodies remained intertwined as we continued to explore one another, each embodying the primal need for this kind of emotional and physical intimacy. And when it was over, I drifted to sleep in the cradle of his arms.
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