Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
His cock was swelling against my ass, and warmth flooded my core, dampening my panties. My skin flushed, and I attempted to get a little more comfortable… only I ended up brushing my ass right over his hard cock. He grunted, his fingers pressing into my belly as he tightened his arm around me.
“Stop being a tease, little one,” he rasped, pure sex leaking into his voice.
I licked my lips, my heart in my throat. Was I really about to attempt this? Fuck yes, I was. For months now, I’d been raped, my body taken against my will. But I wanted Tank. And he wasn’t making any secrets about wanting me, too. Not right now.
Would he give me what I wanted? Would he trust me enough to know what I could and couldn’t handle?
I curled my fingers into the blanket, imagining my nerves in my grasp. As if I could control them. Drawing in a deep breath, I tentatively asked, “Ash…” I almost called him Tank, “would you have sex with me if I asked?”
He softly growled, the sound still deep despite how quiet it was. “Little one, I’d do just about anything you asked me to. If you want to have sex, I’d agree. But I’d put some stipulations in place first. And we would need to talk about your limits.”
I licked my lips, my panties drenched now. I rubbed my thighs together, which only made my ass rub against him again, and he groaned before nuzzling the back of my neck. A shiver raced down my spine. “My limits?” I croaked.
He nodded, his beard scraping against my skin, creating a delicious burn I was eager to feel more of, except this time, I wanted it on other parts of me. More sensitive parts. “Yeah, little one. Your limits. You’ve been through some shit.”
I frowned then. “I don’t know what those limits are,” I softly confessed.
He gently rolled me to my back before looming over me, his dark hair flopping over his forehead. Reaching up, I tenderly ran my fingers through the strands, loving how soft they were. How they felt sifting through my fingers. “Then we could learn as we go,” he assured me. His eyes locked on mine—steady and sure. “Are you sure you want to have sex, Clarke?”
I nodded. “I do.” My fingers trembled when I pressed them to his cheek. He leaned into my touch, and my heart throbbed in my chest. “I want you, Ash.” Tears glistened in my eyes. “I know you’ll take care of me.”
Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to my palm. Then, he looked back down at me, his dark eyes even darker. “Always, little one,” he roughly promised, his voice thick with some kind of emotion I couldn’t exactly pinpoint. “If something becomes too much or frightens you, or if you even need to stop, I want you to say ‘red’, understand?”
“Red.” I tasted the word on my tongue before nodding at him. “Okay.”
He blew out a soft breath before lowering his head to mine, his lips just brushing mine. “You and Beck… God, little one,” he rasped. My heart squeezed in my chest, warmth flooding my soul.
And then, he was kissing me.
My entire world flipped on its axis.
Softly moaning, I clasped the back of his neck, tugging his body down more toward mine. He released a soft groan before situating his body so his hips were cradled between my thighs. My lips parted beneath his, our tongues dancing together in a slow, erotic rhythm as I parted my thighs a little more, my heels pressing into the mattress. When my hips rolled up, my hot core pressing against his cock, he released the softest, sexiest moan I’d ever heard before rolling his hips, giving me the friction I’d secretly been telling him I was seeking.
I whined, and he pressed his lips to my jaw. “That’s it, little one,” he coaxed when I began moving my body in time with his, my ankles linking behind his back. He gently pushed my head to the side to gain access to my neck, his teeth and tongue working my skin as well as his hard length was working me up higher and higher. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Ash,” I panted. He moaned at the use of his real name. I didn’t want foreplay. I didn’t need him to get me wetter. What I needed was him inside of me, his cock filling me. I needed him to show me what it was like when a man properly took care of my body.
“You need me already?” he asked, leaning up a little to look down at me. When I nodded, he softly kissed me again, his hand gripping the hem of my shirt. “Then, I want you naked.”
I nodded, lifting my arms so he could pull my shirt over my head. He blew out a soft breath at the sight of my breasts, my nipples hardened into little points. Moving down my body, he laved his tongue over the left one, and I gasped, my fingers sinking into his hair. I barely even noticed he was shoving my sleep shorts and panties down my thighs.