Page 42 of Savage in the Streets
His hands are on me again, exploring my cheeks, my throat, my breasts, and when he takes a puckered nipple into his mouth, clamping down lightly with his teeth, my pants turn into whimpers. Everything feels so hot. I need him. Badly.
“I want you inside of me,” I cry out.
“Not until I’ve had a chance to explore every part of you,” he says as he kisses down my stomach.
He throws my legs over his shoulders and settles into place, his thumbs tracing the crease between my legs as he gazes with reverence at my sex.
“God, you’re magnificent,” he rasps, his voice thick and husky. “And you’re all mine.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. Instead, he delves his tongue between my sensitive folds in a sinful dance that sends my back jolting upward.
Every drop of blood races lightning-fast through my veins as he inserts a fat finger into me, then a second, pumping with every flick of his tongue.
I’m almost embarrassed by how my body responds to him. Primitive and desperate. It would take so little for me to spill over the edge, and yet, Ashton draws out my bliss, knowing the precise speed to go at where I’m riding the edge without taking the plunge.
My fingers thread his hair, urging him to allow me release, wanting so badly to experience this moment with him. He chuckles against my core, and in a series of wild licks, I’m sent spinning into ecstasy, unable to contain the primal eruption of pleasure that forces its way out.
“Perfect,” Ashton finally gasps, drawing up my body and pinning me beneath him. “A goddamn work of art.”
His lips find mine, and I’m greeted to the erotic aroma and flavor of my sex.
Everything about this man is sublime. I want to be his, and no one else’s.
His mouth breaks from mine. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Please, all I want is you,” I cry out, grabbing him closer.
He plunges his thick length into me, and I mold around him like a glove.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Ashton rasps, his hips rocking into me, trying to get as deep inside of me as he can.
With each pump of his hips, he releases a primal grunt, more animal than man.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers darkly, abandoning all pretense of being a gentle lover as he breaches me relentlessly.
I respond with an urgent cry, alerting him to the pleasure quickly building within me, ready to erupt, and with one powerful thrust, we join in a way that transcends all earthly barriers.
Our bodies sing a song that only lovers do, twisting with hunger and ache, a chorus that will repeat throughout history, but only between us.
When our souls return to our bodies, Ashton collapses, his sweat pooling with mine. He holds me close, disallowing me from pulling away.
“I’m scared,” he says, his voice trembling.
I turn into him. “You shouldn’t be.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I felt this whole. I can’t go back to what I was.”
My fingers toy with his damp strands of hair. I give him a kiss on his forehead, relishing the masculine aroma of cedar and sweat.
“Then don’t. Whether I’m here next to you or in a ten-by-ten cell, never go back, Ash.”
His grip tightens around me protectively. “There’s no way I’m gonna let them take you.”
For once in my life, I feel safe. My father instilled fear in me, my mother did little to protect me, and my brother would sell me for a scandalously low price, given the chance.
Ashton Ward, with all his wealth and privilege, is the only person to ever come into my life that has truly wanted to shield me from harm. It might have been because of my brother, but it’s evolved past that into something that I never thought existed.
Call me a naive schoolgirl—a hopeless romantic, but this thing that we have between us, that we haven’t yet put words to…
