Page 46 of Fated to Forever: The Fate Series Collection

It should scare me. I have been caged my whole life, but even with how close Ace keeps me, I’m still free. He gives me that. Ace is my protector, who only wants to keep me safe.

His tongue slides across the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips for him. It slips inside, stroking against mine. A spark lights deep inside of me, and I tentatively kiss him back, trying tomatch him. When he lets out a low groan into my mouth, it has me pressing my mouth firmly to his.

My fingers trail down his shoulders, exploring him. This is the first time I’ve ever touched a man in this manner. His body is so big and hard. “Ace,” I whisper against his lips, desperate for something more.

“Fuck, say my name again,” he orders but claims my mouth again. “Say it.” His mouth kisses along my jaw, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.

“Ace,” I moan, my head dropping back. “I need to...” I trail off, all sense escaping me as the way he’s making my body feel overwhelms me.

“What do you need, sweetness?” I try to shift, but I can’t. “You need to move?”

“Please.” The second he says it, I know he’s right. I do need to move. Not away from him either. No, the sensation of him being pressed against me is incredibly satisfying. I’d get closer if I could.

“Do you know why you need to move?” he asks before latching on to my neck and sucking. I moan out his name, my back arching. “Do you?” I shake my head; it’s too hard to form words now. “Your body does.” He’s right. I have no idea what I'm doing, but my body seems to understand. “I’ll show you.”

“Yes.” My head drops forward, our eyes meeting. His are darker than I ever remember them being before.

It reminds me again of a predator. Ace is very much a different kind of man. Over the last week, I have gained a deeperunderstanding of him. He is like this in many aspects of his life. It’s always there, lingering under the surface.

He moves me, rocking my hips back and then pulling me forward again. I let out a gasp when I realize what is happening. His hardness presses into my sex, hitting the small button between my thighs.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” I grip his shoulders tighter.

“You like rubbing your pussy on my cock?”

“Oh God.” I moan at his filthy words. It only makes this all so much hotter. Never in my life could I have imagined that the sexiest man on earth would be talking to me this way and making me feel pleasure I never knew existed.

“Have you ever come? Ever put your little fingers between your legs and played with your clit?” I shake my head no. “Fuck.” Ace leans in and claims my mouth in another kiss.

It’s sweet, and I love it, but I need more. An ache is forming inside me. I don't think I can reach it on my own, but I know Ace is the key. He knows how to unlock me in ways I don’t understand. And I’m here for it. I want him to be the one that I discover myself with.

“I’ve got you,” he tells me, releasing my mouth. “Got you,” he repeats. Who knows—those words could mean so much. Even more so because I know they are true. Ace turns his head so his lips graze my neck. My breasts feel heavy now.

“It’s, oh—” He gently rocks my hips back and forth. Each stroke hits my clit.

“I know,” Ace groans out now, sounding pained. Does he have this ache too? “I’m going to make you come for me. I need you with me.”

“I’m with you,” I cry out as the pressure suddenly releases. Stars burst into my eyes as a sweet sensation radiates through my whole body. I soar to heights I couldn’t have dreamed up.

“Libby,” Ace moans out. His body jerks against mine. His arms wrap me around my waist, pinning me to him. I let my body melt into his, getting lost completely in him. My eyes are falling closed.

We both struggle with our breathing until we find a common rhythm. Ace’s hold relaxes, and I tighten my own hold on him, not wanting this to be over. I have my face buried in his neck. It’s where I often wake to it being. My body is always seeking him out, even in my sleep.

“Not going anywhere,” he reassures me. His fingers drift up and down my back, stroking me gently. This man loves having his hands on me, and I’m not complaining in the least.

He takes me with him as he lies back down on the bed. I kiss his neck. His cock jerks between us and presses against my clit, making me gasp. It’s so sensitive now.

“You gotta stop wiggling,” he rumbles. “Still on edge.”

“On edge?” I'm not sure what he means.

“Don’t worry about it.” He keeps stroking my back.

“Ace.” I brush my mouth against his neck.

“Truth for you, Libby?”

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