Page 44 of Power and Possession

“I’ve got you,” I reminded her, tracing patterns on her abdomen with the silken petals. I moved farther down, and she spread her legs for me, and I almost came right then and there. The sight of her opening for me, trusting me and wanting me, was better than the stiffest drink.

Instead of placing the rose where she wanted, I moved it down to her toes, and tickled the sole of each foot. I flinched when I saw her ankles, scabbed but healing. The guilt pooled in my stomach, but I pushed it away. Tonight was just about pleasure. I finally traced the inside of her thighs, and she bucked her hips, needing every part of me. I hoped and prayed that these types of encounters would leave her needing me in other ways too. As long as I kept her close, she would get there. She would want me—all of me. I knew it.

I threw the rose aside and kissed her center, and her eyes flew open.

“Please,” she begged, and I separated her folds and circled her clit with my tongue. She writhed on the bed, and I stopped, not wanting her to finish this way. She was soaked, and I knew that, unlike that first time, I’d have no trouble sinking deep inside her.

My hips moved between her legs, and I pushed her knees wider apart and back towards her chest, opening her wide. She tensed, and I knew she felt uncomfortable, being so bared to me. In that one moment, she decided to trust me, as I had her in the most intimate position a person could be in.

I kissed her mouth, hoping to take away some of her tension. She was responsive, so I pressed down on the head of my cock and slipped inside.

I normally went hard and fast, setting up a punishing rhythm that brought me and my partner to ecstasy as quickly as possible, but being inside Ashlynn was so exquisite that I didn’t want to rush it. Our two times together I’d moved quickly, and she did as well, eager to reach our climax and be finished with each other. We took what we wanted and chalked our desire for each other up to pure physicality. But as I moved within her tonight, and watched her eyes widen and her chest move with each breath, I felt the most intense pleasure I’d ever known.

“Ashlynn,” I moaned, withdrawing completely so I could re-enter her and feel her inner muscles squeeze every bit of my nine inches.

“Steele,” she murmured, running her hands over my shoulders. “Steele!”

“No. Not Steele. Daniel.” I whispered my name in her ear, the name my mother gave me right before she died in that jail cell. My speech was a bit shaky from the raw pleasure I was experiencing.

Our eyes met, and I acknowledged the connection between us. I’d tried to shove it away, tried to deny its existence, but it was there. She knew it. I knew it.

“D.S.,” she mused, biting her lip as I thrusted again.

I nodded, and then she cried my real name, and I came, putting my seed exactly where it wanted to be. I came for almost a full minute, my entire body seizing up as my cock bathed her insides with my essence. I really hadn’t thought much about getting a woman pregnant, and when I did think about it, it was usually in a panicked state. But now I imagined my sperm moving up inside of her, and I got hard all over again. Even though the doctor had assured me there was no chance she was currently fertile, I wanted to pump her so full that she felt it drip out of her for the next twenty-four hours. I wanted her to remember who was between her thighs.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ashlynn

This time, when I woke up, Steele was staring at me. His arm was around my waist, pulling me close to his side. It was so odd to be lying in his room. The comforter tumbled off the bed at some point and landed on the floor, and the black sheets were bunched around Steele’s waist. I averted my eyes when I saw the bulge there. He was definitely up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice was husky, his eyes seductive. The stubble on his chin was thicker than the night before, and his eyes were bright from a good night's sleep. Part of me wanted to run barefoot across the estate and flag down the nearest car and get the hell out of here. The other part wanted to climb on top of Steele and enjoy him until our bodies were exhausted from pleasure.

From the look in his eye, I knew he was thinking of the second scenario. His face darkened, and he reached out a hand to cup my cheek. Every rational part of my brain was screaming to stop this madness. But, instead, I leaned into his touch, and watched as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. My eyes focused on his bare chest, and I yearned to touch his strong muscles as he moved on top of me.

“Ashlynn,” he said, opening his eyes. “I need you.”

I trembled a bit by his phrasing, excited to be desired by this man. He could have his pick of women, but he wanted me. I leaned towards him and met his lips with mine, and he greedily took over, kissing me harder than the night before. I was stillshook from the way he cared for me, taking the time to show me just how good things could be with him. He was gentle and tender. The revelation of his name nearly stopped my heart.

Daniel.

It was such a beautiful name, and it fit him so well. I moaned his true name now, and his entire body seized and he attacked my mouth anew, working his body and moving my legs where he wanted them.

I was already wet for him, and he slipped in easily, his mouth parting a bit with the pleasure of being inside my body. Watching him enjoy me was undeniably sexy. I’d never felt so powerful as I did in this moment, watching this man come undone.

He moved quickly, finishing us both off in under five minutes. I sighed as I came, still tired and exhausted from the emotional upheaval. Steele rolled over and looked up at the ceiling.

“Do you want breakfast?”

It was such a normal question. I found it odd to be in this man’s room, in a French estate, with an art thief, about to eat breakfast. It was starting to seem like a normal relationship, and that made me uneasy.

“Sure,” I said, pulling the sheets up over my body. Steele frowned, looking down at me as he stood up.

With one swift motion, he pulled the sheets completely off of the bed. I instantly curled inwards, both due to the cold and embarrassment.

“Stop that right now. Don’t hide yourself. You are an incredibly attractive woman. Every single part of you deserves to be worshiped.” He pulled my legs out and lifted my knee up, skimming the surface with his lips. “Later tonight, Ashlynn Phillips, I will show you just how your body should be treated.”

I reddened as he left the room. I pushed myself out of the bed and quickly went to his dresser, pulling out a large, dark shirt. I wanted to be covered. I didn’t want him to compliment me or make me feel good about myself. I wanted him to be rudeand evil. I wanted there to be no guilt when I watched him die at the hands of my father. But even though I tried to deny it, I knew it was an illusion.

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