Page 39 of King of Ashes
Inside the bathroom, I unzip her dress, my palms gliding down her soft curves. Potent emotions have me in a chokehold. She’s exquisite, a sculpture of beauty coming alive under my touch. The vision of her takes my breath away, and my fingers shake as I get reacquainted with every perfect inch of her body––soft like pure silk gliding under my calloused fingers.
She watches her reflection in the mirror, arousal glistening in her eyes. It takes everything in me to slam the brakes on lust when everything in me yearns to fuck her. It demands inhuman willpower to pace myself when I want to go all in.
In the past, I would have had no qualms taking her, but now pushing her might cost me everything. The thought of losing her a second time terrifies me. That’s the only thing I fear in my life.
Cupping her breasts, she arches her back, offering me more access. Her dress rumples at her feet, and in just her thong andsandals she looks divine, a goddess I am more than eager to get on my knees and worship.
Lowering myself to my knees, I remove her thong and unfasten the delicate straps as she holds onto my shoulder and the sink.
As I stand up, I kiss every inch of her as my hands glide up her thighs. I intend to drive this woman mad, drawing her into my bed willingly. I will erase her blurry memories of him. Even if it’s me, I refuse to share her.
Stretching out my hand to her, she takes it without hesitation, and I help her into the tub. Bubbles coat her skin, floating like incensed clouds over her mouthwatering body.
With rapt interest, she watches me undress, my clothes falling next to her dress in a pile of black fabric. My cock juts out, slapping against my belly—purple and angry at the delayed gratification.
She points at my cock, gulping. “That could be used as a weapon.”
I smirk and get behind her, ignoring my raging hard-on. I just want to feel her and make her feel safe.
She rests her head against my chest, and I caress along the valley of her breasts, her nipples poking out, inviting me to bite into those ripe cherries.
She squirms, her thighs clenching. “I feel you at my back.”
“Being hard in your presence is something we just have to deal with,” I say low, my voice sounding hoarse.
“I––” She bites her lip, seeking my gaze.
It’s written in her eyes what she wants from me, but going back and forth with her debilitates me. She needs to give me something more, so I don’t feel like a fumbling idiot messing everything up when all I want is to love her, give her pleasure.
I brush my knuckles along the valley of her breasts, causing her to suck in a breath. “What do you want, mi sol? I’m yours to do whatever you wish. Here for you till my dying breath.”
As if my words were the push of encouragement she needed, she murmurs, “I want to feel you. Inside me.”
I swear my cock jerks at the prospect alone when she blurts out, “But I don’t want to make it worse or awkward.”
My palm digs into her waist. “You feel exactly what you do to me. I will take anything you give me. Understood?”
“I’m not on the pill, and I am not ready to be a mother.”
“I’ll have the doctor come by first thing in the morning.”
“Is that okay with you?” She seeks my eyes, and the truth is at the tip of my tongue. She’s the only thing I crave. Everything I desire from life.
Gripping her chin, I place a tender kiss on her lips, whispering, “I want you to give me children when you wish to.”
“But if it were up to you?”
Hand sliding down her side, I nuzzle her neck. “I’d knock you the fuck up right this moment.”
Her face beams with a radiant smile. “Quite eager. Afraid I will disappear?”
I swallow. Hard. Yes, that’s exactly what I fucking fear. The only thing that terrorizes my nights and haunts my days. I want to bind her to me by any means possible, but I am also a selfish asshole who wants to enjoy our togetherness a bit more. After years of separation, I need her, just her, even if I’d die for a piece of us running through the house.
“For that, I would have to let you go. And I won’t ever do that again.”
Her features draw into a frown, and I realize my slip. Before her brain can compute it, I stand up, holding her hot core against my throbbing cock, and carry her into the bedroom. Placing herdown on the mattress, I lick my way up her body, teasing her center before lavishing her breasts with attention.
“Good god,” she moans, though I am not even inside her.
