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Releasing her hair, I shove her head back down into thepillows. Her little hole still glistens with my spit, I admire it for just another second before I cover it with my thumb, pushing slowly past the resisting ring of muscle. Ash whines, the pressure too much for the first time being stretched. With my other hand, I pump the vibrator as fast as I can before I glide my thumb in and out of her. Her cries are loud even though they’re muffled by the pillows.

When she’s gyrating her hips and her come is dripping down her thighs, I kill the toy.

“That’s it. Nice and ready for me.”

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I drop the vibrator to the floor and shove my jeans down my thighs. With one brutal thrust, I push past her entrance, my dick swallowed whole by her slick cunt. Aching and desperate for relief, my fingers dig into her hips as I pump viciously inside of her.

“Yes, Khaos!”

My name spouts from her mouth like a song of worship. It strokes the beast that lingers just underneath my skin, itching to consume her. Losing control, I untie her from the headboard, keeping her wrists bound and yank her up. Her back slams into my chest and with one hand pressing firmly against her belly and the other groping her breast, I fuck up into her. The only sound in the room a mixture of her cries and the skin of our wet bodies slapping against each other.

I bring my mouth down on her right shoulder, biting, sucking, licking. She rolls her head to the left, resting it against my chest, giving me access.

“Touch yourself.” I whisper in her ear, biting her earlobe.

She doesn’t think twice, just reaches between her thighs and finds her clit.

“Oh God!” She sobs, her body desperate to give up.

“Come with me, Eris.” I demand and this time she obeys.

I spill myself into her wet, warm pussy. She’s the only onewho has and will ever have me like this. My way of giving her a first-and-only, even if she doesn’t know it. Her body spasms, the walls of her cunt squeezing me, milking me dry. I let her go and her body falls forward onto the pillows. I pull out of her, watching my come drip down the inside of her thigh before using my shirt to clean her up.

She leans back on the bed as I pull my jeans up over my hips. Leaving them unbuttoned, I lay down next to her, resting on my elbow. With a slow tantalizing touch, I caress the skin on her stomach, watching it move beneath my fingers as she breathes.

“If I had known that’s what that felt like, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

“What? Ass play?” I goad.

“Oh my God!” She slaps my chest. “I meant the toy!”

“Sure...” I smirk, teasingly.

Before she has a chance to argue, I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat and crush her lips with mine. I never want this moment to end. These desires for normalcy with Ash are dangerous. Despite sharing the worst parts of me, there’s still one important piece lingering in the dark. It lurks in the recess of my brain, hindering my thoughts from fully envisioning a future with her, even though my appetite to make Ash mine in every single way has become ravenous.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ashton

Cracking my eyes open, I turn to find Khaos draped over my bed. His limbs spread out in every direction, barely covered by my blanket. My mouth waters as the muscles in his back contract lightly with each slow breath, his scars stretching with the movement. I’ve traced each one a hundred times, but it never seems enough. Even though the wounds have long since healed, I still have the urge to take away all his pain. To erase every mark on his skin as if it can turn back time.

I can’t let myself linger too long because it’s Christmas Eve. In a quiet rush, I slip out of bed and yank on my leggings before momentarily leaving my apartment to collect my mail. Luckily, my gift came on time for tomorrow.

A sudden surge of insecurity bubbles inside my stomach. Part of me thought that my gift was stupid and not something you give to a person you’ve only just met, but I wrap the present anyway and place it under the tree. My body jumps out of its skin when I hear my bedroom door open. Pushing myselfto my feet, I back away from the tree not wanting to draw attention to it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, wondering why I’m awkwardly standing in the middle of my living room.

“Stretching.”

He pinches his lips and nods his head, “Then what’s that?”

I shake my head pretending I don’t understand.

He laughs, pulling me into him. “You’re a shitty liar, Ash.”

“Rude.”

He clears his throat, one of his hands threading in his hair at the back of his head.

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