Page 80 of Gilded Locks
He chuckled, scraping his teeth over her flesh. “I won’t deny it. Just wait until you see Hunters.”
“Don’t bring him up.”
“Will you fight him? Tell him no?”
She honestly didn’t know how she would respond when that time came. Hunter was twice her size. She was no match for him. “Unlike you, I keep my word.”
“That’s because you’re a good girl.” He dropped to his knees, spreading kisses over her hips and lower belly. “And I kept my word. Hunter didn’t hurt you. I was watching the whole time.”
Her lips parted as he pressed her thighs apart, and cocked her hips forward. He took a long swipe with his tongue and she moaned at the first lick, then he delved deeper and she shut her eyes.
“That’s it. Let Ash take care of you, printessa.” He gently stroked his fingers in and out of her as he sucked softly on her clit. It shouldn’t have been enough to push her to orgasm, but he was so skilled with his mouth, she found herself climaxing on his tongue in no time.
He growled and laved up every drop, urging her to do it again.
“Ash…” She ran her fingers through his soft hair, pulling him closer as he speared her with intoxicating strokes of his tongue and fingers. She called out his name, breathless and panting for more.
Her knees softened as every muscle twitched and dance from her toes to the top of her spine. Next thing she knew, she was on the floor, with Ash sliding into her.
“You do this every time. You say nothing will happen and then…”
He kissed her to shut her up, his hips driving slowly as he fucked her deep. She didn’t know how anyone could have such stamina. Just as he was about to come, he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head.
“Look at me.” He thrust slowly, deeply. “Look what you do to me.”
She watched as he came apart. The intensity. The passion. The awe. So many emotions danced across his beautiful face as he finished inside of her.
Only when he was done, did he release her wrists and drop to rest his head on her chest. “Fuck. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of being inside of you.”
She sighed, irritated by how easily he could get her to forgive him. Part of her still wanted to be mad at him. “Now, I have to shower again.”
“No.”
She sat up on her elbows. “Excuse me?”
“Leave it. And no bottoms. I like the thought of it dripping out of you.”
“Ash—”
“It’s an order.”
She wondered what he’d do if she refused. She also wondered what he’d do if she obeyed. Would it drive him wild to see his release glistening on her thighs? She couldn’t deny getting off on the thought.
“Okay.”
He helped her up off the floor. Giving her a slight twirl, he inspected her body for rug burns and hickeys.
“I love seeing my marks on your skin.” He traced an especially dark hickey from yesterday, met her stare, and pinched her nipple.
“Ash!”
He cupped her breast and kissed her. “My little printsessa.” He opened the door and took her hand. “Let’s go find you some clothes.”
“Wait, my towel.”
“You don’t need it.” When she hesitated, he pulled her forward. “Let them see how regal you truly are.”
What was this hold he had over her?
