Page 104 of Bleeding Hearts

This happened when I was younger too, when he would abuse me, and I lay awake at night in fear, but it’s been years and I’d forgotten how destructive it could be.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ash asks from where he lies next to me. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to him, and I savor the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

“Not really. I’m kind of tired of talking.” I sigh. “I just want to stop thinking about it, you know?” I turn toward him, wincing slightly at the pain in my ribs but ignoring it. “You could distract me,” I say against his lips before capturing them with mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Dem.” He cradles my face in his hand, kissing me back softly.

“You could never hurt me,” I whisper. “I just don’t want to think anymore tonight. Please, Ash. I need this.” I look up at him, hoping he can see how much I want this.

I see the switch in his eyes when he gives in right before he kisses me. His lips mold to mine in the perfect way they always do, fitting like two puzzle pieces. He gently turns me on my back, hovering over me without ever breaking the kiss.

He tears his lips away from mine, kissing down my jawline and pressing gentle kisses to the bruises around my neck. He helps me lift my T-shirt over my head, throwing it on the ground next to the bed.

“Try to stay still,” he says against my skin, pressing kisses down my neck to my chest. “Just let me take care of you, baby.”

He swirls his tongue around my right nipple teasingly before sucking it into his mouth. He repeats the motions, licking, sucking, and gently tugging before moving to give the left side the same attention.

He takes his time, working me up until the only thing on my mind is him and what he’s making me feel. He leisurely explores every inch of my body with his lips, making sure to stop over every bruise. He sears his lips against them as if his kisses can rid them of the pain.

When he gets to right above the waistline of my pajama shorts, he slides his thumb under them, teasing the skin there. Butterflies explode in my lower belly, and I clench around emptiness, desperate for his touch.

He hooks his fingers under the shorts, gently sliding them down my legs so that I’m bare before him. He kisses the skin on my inner thighs, so close yet so far away from where I need him. He hovers over me, blowing a breath of hot air right onto my clit, his lips barely an inch away.

“Asher, please,” I beg, trying to push my hips into his lips, but he presses down on my hip, keeping me down.

“Patience, baby.” He smirks, reaching down to run a single finger through my wetness, playing with me. “I want to take my time with you.”

He slips the single digit inside of me, and I gasp, pushing myself into him. He pulls it out of me just as quick, bringing it to his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans, sucking it clean. “I swear, there’s nothing on this earth that tastes as good as you.”

“What do I taste like?” I ask, my voice husky.

“Like mine,” he says before leaning forward and diving in.

He licks me from back to front, drinking up my arousal before wrapping his lips around my clit. I cry out as he gently tugs the sensitive bud between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

He drags his tongue back down through my folds before spearing it inside of me, and I moan loudly as he devours me. He grabs my thighs in his hands, pushing them open farther, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh, and I savor the feeling.

He goes to loosen his grip, but I reach down and press his fingers into me harder.

I want the bruises. I crave them. I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror tomorrow, and despite the other bruises on my body, I want to see these specific bruises.

I want to see the marks reminiscent of his fingertips digging into my skin, reminding me of this moment right now. When despite his bruising grip, I felt nothing but pleasure. I want to be reminded of this feeling.

I gasp as he licks farther down, his tongue circling the tight hole that I’ve always seen as forbidden. But as he swirls his tongue around it, every nerve ending in my body lights on fire. I wonder what it would feel like to explore more with him. I want to explore more with him.

“You like that, baby?” He breathes against me.

“Yes.” I immediately nod. My voice doesn’t even sound like me, sultry, full of untamed desire.

He licks back up to my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, at the same time pushing a finger inside me, stretching me with it before adding a second.

He moves them in and out slowly, in no rush. He curls them inside me as I feel heat flood my stomach. He releases his other hand from my thigh, bringing his finger up to my lips.

“Suck for me,” he speaks against my clit, and shivers rack my body as I open my mouth, obeying his order. I suck it between my lips, swirling my tongue around it as I do.

“Good girl,” he praises, bringing that same finger back down lower, circling it around my forbidden hole.

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