Page 151 of Ashes

Everything about her was as silent as that tomb we’d been in.

“Sirena,” I whispered her name. “You’re too quiet. I don’t like when you’re quiet.”

No noise. No sound. Nothing in my fucking head.

I tugged at my hair, growing more frustrated the longer I sat there.

“Talk to me. I hate your silence,” I said, releasing my hair. “I fucking loathe it. We hate it. Do you want to scream for me? For us?”

She gave a tiny shake of her head.

I didn’t like to be told no.

That was all the communication I needed.

I launched myself at her and put her on her back and stared down at her as her chest heaved.

“I want to fuck you the right way,” I growled against her lips. “I want you to remember what it feels like to have a bit of crazy inside you.”

Her breasts brushed against my chest as she breathed deeply with parted lips.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, tell me to stop,” I said, whispering in her ear. “And if I don’t, scream it.” I trailed my fingers along the curve of her full breast over her nightgown. Her breath hitched as she stared up at me.

I cocked my head at her, drinking in the way she reacted to me as I trailed my hand beneath her nightie and to her panties.

So terrified yet intrigued.

And wet. She was so fucking wet.

My fingers slid through her folds with ease.

Asylum. . . stop.

No.

Don’t do this. She’s not ready.

Her pussy tells another story.

I shoved the voice out of my head and pressed against her clit. A tiny, sexy whimper left her lips.

“Do you know why we’re doing this, firefly?”

She said nothing as I rubbed her clit slowly.

“It’s because I have to give you back soon. I don’t want to do it with you never having known what it’s like to be loved by me.”

“You? Not Seth?”

I breathed out. There was our princess.

“Me.” I licked along her lips, tasting the orange she’d had as I fingered her hot cunt. “Do you want to find out what my love is like, firefly?”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind. Please. I’m scared.”

I chuckled softly at that as she quivered beneath me. I slid my finger into her tight heat, making her arch a little against my chest.

“Don’t worry, baby. I love crazy.” I crushed my lips against hers, my finger buried to the knuckle inside her as I tangled my tongue against hers.

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