Page 121 of Conquered
His mouth and chin are not only glistening with my release, but also smeared with my face paint, until he looks like some kind of debauched clown.
He looks up into the mirror behind us, and his lips lift up in a smile that takes my breath away with its beauty. This is the smile he would give all the time if his life was different. If he didn’t have to do what he does.
“Get in,” he tells me, his voice unusually soft.
As I turn to step into the shower, I see his hands go to his belt buckle, undoing it. I step under the hot spray and groan, letting the delicious jets do their work, and loosen my tight muscles.
I feel the brush of cool air across my back seconds before his strong hands alight on my waist, gripping tightly, long fingers indenting my soft skin. Turning me around to face him Ash holds up a face cloth and proceeds to wipe the makeup off my face, before doing the same to his own.
He looks glorious, his hard, toned, inked body covered in droplets of water that sparkle under the lights. He makes me think of Poseidon, all restrained violence and ill-tempered, yettonight there's also a vulnerability to him that makes him more man than god.
My eyes trace along the valleys and furrows of his mouth watering abs, deciding to ask about all the pictures that cover his skin later as my gaze follows those gorgeous v muscles down to his erect cock, which is so hard it's almost lying flat against his stomach. Like the others, he's definitely above average in the size department, and the image of him thrusting his hard length inside me leaves me breathless.
“Lilly,” he warns, his voice husky and dark. ”I can only hold back for so long, especially if you keep looking at me like that.”
My eyes flit up to his grey ones, his pupils blown with lust and his nostrils flared.
“So don't hold back, Ash,” I whisper, feeling a sense of rightness settle over me.
“Are you sure?” he questions, and it's that, if nothing else, that tells me he's no monster.
“Yes,” I simply say, my eyes still locked on his. The heat in his grey orbs flares to an inferno as he takes me in, wet and naked under the shower.
Slowly and with a control that is maddening, yet endearing all at once, one of his hands leaves my waist to cup the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly.
You're The One That I Want,the Lo Fang version, begins to play as he leans in and presses his lips to mine once more. His kiss is slow and leisurely, his mouth exploring every inch of mine as he draws us closer. Breaking our kiss, his lips go to my neck once more, kissing and nipping down it, sucking at the point where it meets my shoulder.
“Jesus, Lilly,” he rasps out. “You're everything I never knew I fucking needed.” His words are a balm that soothes my soul.
“Ash,” I gasp out as he moves to the other side of my neck, lavishing the same attention onto it. “Since I met you, all of you,I've never felt so alive. I need you to make me feel, to make me live,” I confess, becoming a little shy as he stops and straightens up.
His eyes meet mine again, and the look in them is so intense, so full of everything, that I can barely grasp what it all means. There's lust, and possession, fear, and even perhaps, dare I say, love.
Suddenly, he swoops down, grasping me under my thighs and lifting me up so that my legs come up and wrap around his waist as my arms come around his wet shoulders. Stepping out of the still running shower, he walks over to the open door and strides out, heading towards the lit fire. Both of us are still naked and dripping, Ash leaving wet footprints in the carpet.
I notice the other guys on the sofas, who all sit up as Ash takes me right in front of the fire, the warmth of the flames licking over my damp skin. I can still hear the song as he gets to his knees, lying me down on my back, the soft rug tickling my skin.
His eyes burn into mine, rendering me unable to look away.
“Loki,” he says, confusing me until a foil packet lands next to him.
A giggle escapes my lips, his own lifting ever so slightly as he opens the packet and rolls the rubber on. Lowering onto his hands, he leans over me, his body covering mine, and everywhere he touches burns with a delicious heat.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I nod, my gaze flitting to the sofas to see Kai, Loki, and Jax all with similar heated looks in their eyes.
“Look at me, Princess,” Ash commands as he shifts his hips, and I feel him nudge my entrance. For a second, I'm back in that library, Robert pinning me down, and I can't help stiffening up.
“It's me, Princess. It's Ash,” I hear Ash say, his soft voice bringing me back to our dorm.
My eyes fill with tears, and I have to choke back a sob.
Will I never be free of him?
“Do you want me to stop?” Ash asks, body frozen above me, his grey eyes pained and full of concern.
“No...I need him gone,” I manage to say, my voice full of the frustration I'm feeling.
“Get on top, Pretty Girl,” I hear Loki suggest, making my head turn to look at him. “Pin Ash down and take back control.”
