Page 9 of Ashes

Before, the room was lit by only the muted light from the open window in Mack’s bathroom, bleeding gently through to the bedroom from the connecting door.

Now, daylight streams in.

My breath catches in my chest as the vine snakes along the floor and curls itself around the bottom of the sheet. With one tug, it falls to the floor.

My body stiffens.

It’s so bright in here. Every inch of me is exposed. I have nowhere to hide, nothing to soften the swell of my hips or the dimpled skin on my thighs.

I cross my arms in front of my stomach, unsure whether to cover my middle or my breasts, but Kole’s vine winds itself gently around my wrist and moves my hand down to my side.

“You’re perfect,” he says, drinking me in.

My core flutters.

“Every inch of you.” He drops the vine to the floor and stands up. Then he turns me around and nudges me slowly to the mirror opposite the bed.

Standing behind me, more than a foot taller than I am, tattoos swirling over the cords of muscle in his arms and chest, Kole smooths his hands down my sides. He skims my hips, then moves them back to cup my ass.

“Do you see what I see?” he asks.

I hold my breath. A rush of heat flickers between my legs.

Kole’s large hands, with their tattooed knuckles, traverse my stomach. They inch up and rim the sides of my breasts. When he reaches my throat, he fixes his eyes on mine, staring at me in the mirror, and flexes his fingers. Instead of gripping my neck, he draws a line with his thumb. He stops when he reaches the groove between my breasts. He still hasn’t touched my nipples.

“Tanner and Nico will be back soon,” I manage to say; barely audible because I’m dizzy with arousal.

“They’ll have to wait.” Kole spins me around. His tongue finds my lips and parts them gently. It caresses mine. I moan into his mouth.

He’s about to stoop and pick me up, carry me to the bed, when I run my hand over the bruise on his side and say, “You’re still in pain.”

“I don’t care.” He rests his forehead on mine. His long, dark hair forms a curtain with mine. Ebony and silver.

“I do.”

Kole looks back at the bed, then at me. He draws himself up, pushing back his shoulders. Trying to show me he’s not afraid to hurt if it will make me feel good.

I slot my hand into his, move around him, tug his arm. When we reach the bed, I hold up a finger, telling him to wait a moment. Then I arrange the pillows and nod for him to rest against them.

He lowers himself onto the bed.

I stand next to him. “What would you like me to do?” I ask, canting my head. “How can I help you feel better?”

Kole’s lips part. He moistens them. “Are you wet?” he asks, his gaze flicking down to my pussy before returning to my face.

“Yes.”

Still holding my stare, he tugs off his boxers. His cock springs free, but he doesn’t touch it. “Come here.”

Kole opens his arms and beckons me closer. I haven’t seen him in daylight before either. He is beautiful. Utterly beautiful.

I climb onto the bed and swing my leg over so I’m hovering above him. His tip grazes my cunt. He reaches down and wraps his fist around his shaft, then slowly moves it over my clit. Desperate for more friction, I brace my hands on his shoulders and press down. When he winces, I stop, but he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says, letting go of his dick so he can lift my tits to his mouth. “Don’t think about me.” He flicks his tongue over my nipples, one at a time, then sucks hard.

I moan and press my hands to the back of his head, forcing his mouth onto me.

I need to be inside you. Kole looks up as he opens his mouth and laps harder.

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