ASHLEY'S POV
“Show me how sorry you're.”
His voice hit deeper than his touch—low, thick with everything he wasn't saying. Hurt. Want. Rage. Love.
My knees were still against the floor, but as soon as he spoke them, tension within the room shifted. My hands trembled against his thighs, and I glanced up at him, my heart pounded like it was sounding a warning.
I didn't speak. I didn't need to. I just moved.
I mounted him slowly, until I was astride his lap. His eyes never wavered. His jaw was locked, as though he was fighting not to reach out and grab me to shut me in. But he didn't have to. I was already his.
I cupped his face and kissed him.
Hard and desperate, no hesitation.
He responded immediately. His arms wrapped around my hips, pulling me towards him as if he couldn't stand ha
