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Hanna swallowed. “I could make breakfast.”
He shook his head, the soft blond curls brushing against her neck. She had stolen Ash’s T-shirt when she’d climbed out of bed, and pulled her somewhat worse-for-wear panties back on, so there wasn’t much to protect her against his roaming fingers. “No, I’d like to live to see another day, Han,” he teased. “And besides, I’m not hungry for food.”
He pressed against her, and God, there was his cock again, hard and insistent against her lower back. She could still feel the delicious tug of soreness that had come with him filling her, but that didn’t stop her from wanting it all over again.
“What are you hungry for?” she managed, despite knowing the answer.
Ash dipped his fingers between her parted thighs—when had she parted her thighs—and slid through the slickness there. Her panties were already soaked again, and he’d barely even begun his campaign.
“The taste of you on my lips, Cherry. The feeling of you squeezing my cock, the soft little sounds you make when you’re right at the edge and you can’t hold on a second longer.”
“Ash…” It came out lighter, more whispered and demanding than she had intended. “Please.”
“You keep forgetting,” he murmured, biting and kissing along her throat. “I like to hear exactly what you need.”
“I can’t say it.” She could. She wanted to. She just wanted him to tell her to make that final move.
“Hanna.” His voice was a low command at her ear, and it rippled through her like a carnal, instinctual thing, like an innate pleasure tangling in her veins and sinew. She liked submitting to his demands, craved it. Needed it, in some fundamental way. “You can and you will.”
Hanna swallowed. “I want your fingers in me…”
He swiped his thumb across her lower lip, before pressing into her mouth. “Here?”
She shook her head, but couldn’t quite stop herself from wrapping her lips around his thumb and sucking.
“So perfect for me…” His tone was dark and full of need. “I was so fucking jealous of Nic last night when you had his cock at the back of your throat.”
She released his thumb with a pop. “I was jealous of him this morning,” she confessed.
Ash pressed her against the counter, bringing their bodies closer and forcing her ass higher in the air. “Hmm, heard that, did you? You could have joined us, Hanna. He was so ready when he woke up. Think about how it would have felt to have him sinking into you…”
“While you’re sinking into him?”
Ash nipped at her earlobe then pushed her panties to the side and stroked her swollen pussy. “That what you want, Cherry? Maybe right in front of the mirror so we can see just how much we can wreck him…how many times we can make him come in one night.”
“Please… Ash…” She was past the point of caring about pride or dignity. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“I am inside you…”
She managed a rough laugh. “Your cock…please. I need your cock…”
He must have been right at the edge too, from teasing Nicco, from teasing her, whatever it was, he didn’t delay this time, just reached for the condom she hadn’t realized he’d tossed on the counter.
“You came prepared…”
He tore open the wrapper and sheathed himself quickly. “One day soon, Hanna, I’m going to fill your tight little body raw.” He pressed into her with agonizing slowness as he spoke. “And I’m going to pump you full, until you’re dripping with my cum. Marked. Mine.”
She shouldn’t have wanted that. Shouldn’t have craved that animalist marking, but fuck it all to hell, she did. Hanna reached around, wrapping her arm over his shoulder and neck to pull him closer, deeper, more, more, more.
“Both of you,” she whispered. “I want to be filled with both of you.”
That seemed to snap the tether on Ash’s control and he thrust hard and fast, stretching her, filling her in the most delicious, spectacular way, each thrust pushing her higher, forcing her toward that peace of absolute pleasure until she lost the ground beneath her feet and the counter under her fingers, until it was her and Ash and that white-hot spot where they connected and nothing else in the world mattered.
“I want to smell like you, Hanna,” he murmured. “Mark me.”
Because it didn’t matter that they seemed to be playing at submission and domination, or that she was in very uncharted territory, craving the first boy she had ever fallen for and his best friend, none of that mattered, not the power play or the control. It was just them, claiming each other, for as long as they possibly could.
And that was the thought that sent Hanna spiraling right over the edge, the final, impossible realization that they have never been able to avoid this fate, it had always been her destiny to claim Ash, as he had claimed her.
