Page 51 of Poison's Promise

His mouth follows, kissing and nipping at my inner thighs until I’m trembling with anticipation.

“Now,” I demand, unable to wait any longer.

He chuckles, but there’s nothing humorous about the intensity in his eyes.

“Always so impatient,” he teases, but he doesn’t make me wait.

His tongue flicks out, finding the most sensitive part of me.

I cry out, my hands gripping the edge of the sink for support.

“Fuck, Ash,” I moan, the pleasure building with every stroke of his tongue.

He knows exactly how to drive me wild, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Let go, Polly,” he murmurs against me, his voice sending vibrations straight to my core.

That’s all it takes.

I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

He doesn’t stop, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I’m a boneless heap in his arms.

“God, I love you,” I pant, pulling him up for another kiss. The taste of me is still on his lips, a reminder of what we’ve just shared.

His eyes are soft, loving. “I love you too. I don’t think I ever stopped,” he admits, his hands making quick work of his own clothes.

I watch, mesmerized by the sight of him.

He’s always been beautiful, but tonight, he looks like a god.

“Fuck me, Ash,” I plead, my body already aching for more.

“With pleasure,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.

In one smooth thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely.

We both groan, the connection between us intense and undeniable.

“Fuck me hard,” I urge, needing him to take me higher.

He complies, his hips driving into me with a steady rhythm.

Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, building with every movement.

“You’re mine, Polly,” he says, his voice rough with possession.

“Yes,” I agree, clinging to him as if he’s my lifeline. “Always yours.”

“Fuck,” he curses, his pace increasing.

We’re lost in each other, everything else fading away.

It’s just us, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

“I’m so close,” I gasp, feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tightening within me.

“Me too,” he grunts, his movements becoming erratic.

I reach up, pulling his lips to mine in a desperate kiss.

That’s all it takes.

We explode together, our cries mingling as we fall over the edge.