His mouth was merciless. Every slow drag of his tongue was followed by a sharp flick that made my hips jerk, my hands clawing at the sheets.
I bit down on my lip, desperate not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg.
But he knew.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against me. “Say it.”
I shook my head. “No.”
His fingers gripped my thighs tighter, nails pressing into skin. “Then I’ll keep you here until you do.”
The next wave of sensation broke my resolve. My head fell back, and the word slipped out like it had been trapped in my throat for years.
“Please.”
He froze. Just for a moment.
“Again,” he said.
I whimpered. “Please, Ash. I need—”
That was all it took. His mouth returned to me with devastating precision, faster, deeper, until I couldn’t tell if I
