Ashes of Us

Chapter 19: The First Time

I feel Tobi press into me, his body hovering over mine, radiating heat and raw intensity. His gaze locks onto mine—hungry, possessive, desperate—a storm barely contained.

His hands move over me, slow and deliberate, memorizing every inch of my skin. Every touch sends fire racing through my veins. He traces my stomach, dipping lower, teasing the waistband of my shorts, dragging out the anticipation.

My breath hitches.

“You’re shaking, Shuga,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with restraint.

“I—” My words melt into a gasp as his lips find the delicate skin of my throat, his tongue tracing a slow, hot path down my collarbone.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers again.

I can’t.

Instead, I pull him closer, fingers tangling in his hair, anchoring myself to him.

He groans, his control snapping as he presses against me, letting me feel every hard, aching inch of him.

“f**k,” he mutters, his hands sliding lower, gripping my thighs, parting them effortlessly, settling between them like he belongs there.

I gasp, my body reacting instinctively. The heat of him presses into me, the friction electric, unbearable.

With one hand, he unbuttons my shorts, his knuckles brushing against my skin as he slides them down slowly, torturously.

His lips follow, kissing, teasing, setting my nerves ablaze. His tongue flicks against my navel, a slow, wicked promise of what’s to come.

I whimper, my hips lifting, chasing his touch, desperate for more.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze dark, intense. Possessive.

“I need you to trust me,” he murmurs.

“I do,” I whisper, my voice shaky but certain.

That’s all he needs.

His mouth moves lower, his breath hot against my bare skin, sending shivers through me.

And then—

His tongue touches me.

My entire body jolts.

A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he licks me slowly, teasing, testing, tasting. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him, making me feel completely at his mercy.

I fist the sheets, my back arching, my body melting into pleasure so intense it’s almost too much.

“Tobi—oh my God,” I moan, my hips bucking helplessly against his mouth.

He growls against me, his grip tightening. His tongue moves faster, flicking, circling, driving me higher and higher, unraveling me completely.

Heat coils deep in my stomach, building, tightening, a sweet, torturous ache ready to snap.

“Tobi—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

And then—he sucks my c**t into his mouth, flicking his tongue just right—

I shatter.

A strangled cry tears from my lips as pleasure explodes through me, ripping me apart, wave after wave, until I’m nothing but sensation, nothing but him.

My thighs clench around his head, my back arches off the bed, my entire body trembling as he holds me there, guiding me through every dizzying second of my release.

When I finally collapse, boneless and breathless, he moves up my body, his lips crashing against mine, making me taste myself on his tongue.

His hands roam again, gripping my hips, positioning me beneath him.

Chapter Twenty: His Obsession

I’m breathless, my body trembling beneath him as the last waves of pleasure course through me. But Tobi isn’t finished. Not even close.

His heated gaze locks onto mine as he slides up my body, his lips trailing over my soft, flushed skin—pressing open-mouthed kisses along my stomach and waist, claiming every inch of me.

“You’re so f*****g perfect, Shuga,” he murmurs, his voice thick with hunger.

My breath hitches when he settles between my parted thighs, his hardness pressing against me so intimately that it makes my head spin. I’m still reeling, still dazed, when he suddenly grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath hot against my mouth. “Say it.”

My chest pounds as I clutch his shirt, desperate and aching for more. With a trembling whisper, I finally reply,

“I’m yours.”

A dark, satisfied smirk curves his lips.

“Good girl.”

Then, he kisses me—deep, slow, and unbearably sensual—his tongue sliding against mine, claiming my mouth the way he’s about to claim my entire body. His hands roam lower, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before gripping my thigh, spreading me wider beneath him.

I feel utterly helpless under his touch, completely at his mercy—and I love it.

My body blazes as every nerve becomes hypersensitive under his caresses. Tobi presses himself against me, teasing my entrance with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.

“You’re so wet for me, Shuga,” he groans, his fingers slipping between us, coating himself in my heat.

I moan, my hips arching into him, desperate for more.

Yet, Tobi is patient—savoring every shudder, every response of my body to his touch.

He drags his length against my aching core, letting me feel every inch of him without yet giving me what I crave.

“Tobi,” I whimper, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he teases, his voice dripping with dark amusement.

I bite my lip, my body pleading for release, my mind too fogged with need to hold back.

“You,” I breathe.

A low, guttural growl rumbles in his chest, and then he pushes in—slow, deep, stretching me inch by inch.

I gasp, my body tightening around him, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him and the delicious burn as he claims me completely.

But then he stills. His breath hitches. His grip on my hips tightens, and in that moment, he feels it—an undeniable resistance.

Tobi’s eyes snap to mine, a dark and primal glint flickering in them.

“f**k,” he whispers, realization crashing over him as his thumb brushes against my cheek. His voice softens, almost reverent:

“You’re a virgin?”

My cheeks burn; my body tenses beneath him.

I swallow hard, my voice shaking, “I… yes.”

Tobi curses under his breath, his jaw clenching as he stares at me with a mixture of surprise and possessiveness.

“s**t, Shuga. Why didn’t you tell me?”

My reply is a shaky exhale, “Would it have changed anything?”

His smirk fades, replaced by something deeper and more possessive.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his fingers gently brushing along my jaw. “It f*****g would’ve.”

I don’t understand what that means, nor do I care anymore.

Because then he moves.

His first thrust is slow, deep, and intense. The second is harder. The third shatters me.

I cry out, my back arching, my body surrendering to the overwhelming rhythm of his passion—deep, powerful, and utterly possessive.

He f***s me like he’s been starving for me, like he wants to ruin me for anyone else. And he does.

I cling to him as my body responds to every thrust, every whispered word of praise and possession.

“You feel so f*****g good,” he growls, his pace quickening, his grip tightening as he drives me higher, deeper into ecstasy.

I moan his name, my head falling back against the pillows, my body completely at his mercy.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough, his breath ragged.

I force my eyes open, meeting his dark, intense gaze.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs.

And then he kisses me—hot, wild, desperate—

as we both tumble over the edge, our bodies shattering together in a climax that leaves no part of me untouched.