Page 57 of Captivated By You

“Ash.” I touched his chest. God, he was so warm, and manly, and… fuck, I needed him. I needed him so much it physically pained me to keep resisting.

“Tell me.” He bent his head and kissed a trail from my jaw, down my neck, and across my shoulder. Tiny kisses filled with promise.

Against my better judgment, I angled my head to one side, giving him unimpeded access. The nightgown slipped further, revealing my left boob. Ash’s dark head moved lower. One tiny circle of his tongue around my nipple, and my resolve crumbled.

“More,” I moaned, thrusting my hands into his hair as I gripped the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

He growled. “Fucking finally.”

Sweeping me into his arms, he strode through the living room to his bedroom. His bed was messy, the covers strewn half over the floor, showing the struggle to sleep. He laid me down, crawling on top of me. And then he just… stared.

“What?”

Did I have the remains of mascara gloop in the corners of my eyes? Or snot running from my nose? There was a high possibility of drool, I supposed. I mean, look at who was looming over me. Drool was a prerequisite.

“I’m savoring the view.”

“Well, don’t savor too long. I turn into a pumpkin at dawn.” I giggled.

“Then I’d better make the most of every second.” He pushed up my nightgown, the silk gliding easily over my skin until it bunched around my waist. Bared to him, he licked his lips, his gaze fixated between my legs. “I’d almost forgotten what a gorgeous cunt you have.”

That word falling from his lips, so dirty and taboo, only made me wetter. My clit throbbed, swollen and ready. But he didn’t start there. Instead, he kissed me from hip bone to hip bone, stopping to circle my navel with the tip of his tongue. I raised my pelvis. He pushed me back down onto the bed.

“Stop moving or I’ll bind you so you can’t.”

Christ, why did his dominance in the bedroom turn me on so much? I’d never been the submissive kind. I was too much of a control freak, too eager to remain in charge to submit, yet both times with Ash, I’d capitulated, turning into a wanton, writhing mess that would do anything he asked. But outside of the bedroom, I stood my ground, met him on an equal footing, and I had the distinct impression that the dichotomy of the two sides of me was what turned him on.

“Ash, please.”

“Shh.”

He traced his nose along the inside of my thigh, moving lower to kiss behind my knee. I forced myself to remain still, to not grab his head, push my pussy into his face, and ride him like a bucking bronco at the rodeo.

“You made me wait, Kiana.” He kissed the other knee, then made his way up my thigh, stopping to blow warm air along my slit. “And now I’m going to do the same to you.” Another puff of air, this one aimed directly at my clit. “Before I drive my cock into you, you’re going to beg me. Over and over until you’re almost mad with need.”

I groaned, my body squirming without my permission. Ash tutted.

“Turn over. Get on your knees, and show me that ass, Kiana.”

The debauchery of laying oneself bare, ass up in the air, would have made a lot of women uncomfortable, and until I’d met Ash, I’d been that woman. But there was something about the authority he exuded that made me want to please him. And not only please him. Drive him wild.

I rolled onto my front and raised my butt in the air, resting my arms and my head on a stack of pillows. Ash hissed, running his hand over my right buttock. The slap came from left field, forcing a cry from my throat.

“You like that?”

I groaned. “Yes. God, yes.”

He slapped my other butt cheek, then soothed it with his palm. “Why did you make me wait, Kiana? We’re perfect together. Didn’t that one night show you how well we fit?”

Another slap. Another groan. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. We said one night.”

“Except fate stepped in and made other plans. But even then…” Slap. “You refused to submit. Refused to give in. Refused to accept how good I can make you feel. How good you make me feel. How much I fucking need to be inside you.”

His large hands parted my thighs, and he drifted one finger up and down my entrance. I shifted my hips backward, greedy for more. His finger disappeared.

Slap!

“Argh.”

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