Page 124 of Fated

This time, he didn’t hold back.

His body moved in perfect sync with mine. When I pulled back slightly to look at him, an unintentional giggle escaped me as I caught sight of the absolutely feral look in his eyes.

In one swift, heart-stopping motion, he flipped us over, pinning my back against the mattress, his body settling firmly between my thighs.

“Something funny, Areya?” His voice was low, dark, and dangerous—no trace of humor, only predatory hunger. My stomach twisted with a mix of nerves and excitement.

His lips dragged down my neck, slow and deliberate, his breath teasing my skin. When he reached my breast, he paused, his tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles around my nipple, while his other hand gripped my other breast. I gasped softly as I squirmed beneath him, every nerve alive under his touch.

His lips continued their slow, agonizing descent, trailing down my stomach and lingering at my hipbone, leaving me quivering and out of breath.

He pulled back slightly, sitting on his knees between my legs, his dark eyes sweeping over my body. The sight of Ash there, between my legs, sent a dizzying rush of desire through me.

I was completely at his mercy, wanting him more than I had ever wanted anything.

“You’re the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he murmured, his gaze drinking me in. Heat rushed to my cheeks, deepening into a crimson flush under his scrutiny. His hands gripped my thighs possessively, as he lowered his head, his dark, burning gaze locking onto mine. The sight of him—those thick lashes framing his intense stare as his lips brushed againstmy inner thigh—sent a shudder through me, my back arching instinctively.

His lips trailed slow, teasing kisses along my inner thighs, igniting a fire with every featherlight touch—never quite reaching the place where I ached for him most. My breathing grew ragged, my chest rising and falling as the tension inside me coiled tighter with every maddening second.

“Ash,” I whimpered, his name escaping me like a prayer, soft and desperate. The sound seemed to ignite something primal in him. His movements paused for the briefest moment before a low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

Then he moved. His mouth found my core with devastating precision, his tongue gliding through my wetness, slow and deliberate, each touch sending shockwaves through me. When he flicked the perfect spot, a gasp tore from my throat, my back arching off the bed as pleasure surged through me—sharp and all-consuming.

My hands scrambled against the sheets, gripping them in a futile attempt to anchor myself, but I was already unraveling beneath him. The need for him overwhelmed me, consuming every thought, every breath. Another broken whimper escaped me, and I felt the curve of his mouth against me—a wicked grin that only stoked the fire burning inside me.

“No more giggles, Areya?”

My head shook frantically, suddenly unable to form coherent words. His eyes burned as he watched me squirm beneath him, the weight of his gaze making me feel utterly exposed and helpless under his control.

When he lightly sucked that tender spot, his teeth grazing just enough to send a gasp tumbling from my lips, I nearly screamed. Moments later, his tongue followed—soothing, teasing, tracing slow, torturous strokes that left my entire body shuddering.

He paused, his breath hot against my skin, humming low in his throat—a sound that sent shivers racing through me. “Fuck, Areya,” he murmured, his voice rough and drenched with need, “You taste even sweeter than I imagined. I could stay here forever, worshiping you, savoring every sound you make.”

The undiluted hunger in his words made my body tighten in response, a desperate whimper escaping me as I tangled my hands into his now-messy hair, holding on as though he were the only thing keeping me grounded.

“Ash,” I moaned, his name falling from my lips like a plea, broken and breathless. The wild sensations coursing through me were too much—overwhelming, relentless—stripping me of every ounce of control I thought I had.

“That’s it, Areya,” he murmured, his voice dark and commanding. “Let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

His words shattered the last fragile thread holding me together, and my body obeyed. I came undone, pleasure exploding inside me like a tidal wave, crashing over me again and again. My back arched as I bucked against his mouth, unable to contain the cries spilling from my lips—wild, unfiltered, and untamed.

“Areya,” I heard Ash murmur through the haze of my release. He held me through every pulse, every tremor, his hands firm on my hips, grounding me even as I unraveled under his touch. When he finally lifted himself to meet my gaze, he looked at me like I was something precious, something he couldn’t quite believe he had the honor of holding.

A sudden wave of shyness washed over me as our gazes met. I had just completely unraveled beneath him, losing control in a way I never imagined. The rawness of the moment—the sounds escaping my lips, the way my body moved—was overwhelming.

Without thinking, I raised my hands, covering my face,hiding from his intense stare. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

“What in the world are you doing, Areya?” He laughed, gently pulling one of my hands away. Amusement flicked across his face, watching me squirm. “Why are you hiding from me?”

“I … You … It…” I stammered, trying to make sense of the rush of emotions, but instead, I covered my face again, too shy to finish my thoughts.

“Are you ok?” His voice lowered.

I nodded beneath my hands.

“Did you like it?”

Another nod.

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