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EVIE

When I looked at Ash, my heart raced. He didn’t even have to touch me, didn’t have to say one word. Just thinking about him had butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my pulse skyrocketing, and my pussy slickening for this one perfect moment.

How I undressed, I couldn’t really tell you. All I remember was a flurry of movements and flashes of clothing being shed to the floor. But now, I was totally naked, lying on the bed. Slowly, I parted my legs. Ash stood at the footboard, leisurely undressing, watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze.

I wasn’t a virgin, but my knowledge of being intimate was beholden to lackluster experiences with only one other man—the man I had run away from. Yet I felt no shyness with the man before me. He’d made me feel too safe in his presence, too wanted, to worry about any of that.

I opened my arms, silently telling Ash to come to me, to give me what I needed.

Ash was now nude and climbed onto the bed, his body big and hard and stacked with muscles. He had a trimmed, dark covering of chest hair, and another darker trail starting rightunder his navel that traveled down to the biggest, thickest, and longest dick I could ever imagine.

A small shiver of pleasure snaked down my spine when I saw droplets of precum on Ash’s crown.

Idid this to him.

Iexcited him, his body reacting tome, wantingme.

My head spun with the thought.

Dragging my eyes back to Ash’s face, I saw he looked at me with so much restrained passion it was clear he barely had his control in check.

I knew he would make love to me soft and sweet, but a part of me wanted fierce and raw. I shamelessly stared at him again, checking him out. I admired every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles... excitement filling me that for this moment in time, he was mine.

My heart jackknifed in my chest.

Ash might’ve had hard edges and a roughness to him, but all I’d witnessed from him myself was soft and gentle, a side that I had a feeling he didn’t show many people. If any.

He groaned as he let his gaze roam over my naked body. That sound coming from him was harsh and gruff, pitched low and full of male need. “I want to make this good for you, baby. I want this to be something you remember.” His voice was deep and breathless, and I felt how much he meant those words. “I want to fuck you so good, so very thoroughly, that you’ll forget every bad experience you’ve ever had.”

His words touched me deeply, emotionally, but they also told me again and again that this was exactly the right moment in my life. I’d made the right decision.

I swallowed the lump of emotion that wedged itself in my throat. “I know you will. I just want you.”

He rested his forehead against mine, and we just stayed there, catching our breath for a second. Ash then moved backenough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft once more. The tip was still dotted with a clear bead of fluid, and my mouth watered with an all-consuming arousal.

I looked at his chest, just absorbing how big and masculine he was, how muscular and verymalehis body was.

He took hold of himself, and then I was right back to staring at that huge cock as he aimed the head toward the ceiling and squeezed. I licked my lips as more crystal pre-cum seeped from the tip, then dripped down his shaft, over his balls, and down his thigh. Thoroughly amazed at the sight before me, I wasn’t sure he’d fit comfortably inside of me because of his thickness and length.

It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew a woman’s body was made to take a man’s, no matter his size, andmybody was so primed for what he’d give me that there would be no real resistance.

“Fuck, Evie.”

I snapped my gaze up to his.

“I’m barely hanging on as it is. But if you keep looking at my cock like that—like you’rehungryfor it—what little self-control I have will fucking snap.” His voice was sharp, like a hot, smooth blade running across my naked body. Ash’s eyes were hooded, his head was lowered, and he watched me like a feral animal. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the obscenely thick length. “You want this?”

“God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me in a burst of breath. “Yes.” I stared into his eyes that looked so dark in the dimly lit room.

He closed them for a moment, as if grappling with some inner struggle, before his gaze returned. He smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure, and it made my heart beat faster.

“What do you need?” he whispered, but I had a feeling he was speaking to himself.

“I just needyou.” Those three words spilled from me instantly, and I was shocked at how much I meant them—and not just on a physical level.

He groaned and claimed my mouth in a soft, thorough kiss that had my toes curling and me pressing my body fully to his. But a second later, he was pushing me back, down to the mattress, and covering me with his hard form, so I felt like I was cloaked in a huge, impenetrable security blanket.

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