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“Shh,” he hushed me silent as he shifted his face to rest his cheek against mine. “This isn't for me, it's for you.” Moving his hands down my face, he pushed his fingers into the hair at the base of my head, softly massaging my scalp. “All you ever feel is pain, you deserve something good for once.”

My eyes closed instantly, head rolling side to side as my body tingled. Moaning lightly, my head fell back naturally as his fingers became more intense, more needy, tugging at my roots.

But it wasn't harsh, it wasn't rough. It was the most erotic touch I had ever experienced. Goosebumps tore their way down over my skin, my nerves exploded, flooding my body with heat that zipped from head to toe.

Pushing the hair away from my face and off my shoulder, Salt kissed my neck, fluttering kiss after kiss up my throat, never missing one inch of exposed skin.

There were no words between us as his hands kept exploring, caressing, finding these little nooks I didn't know existed. I never could have imagined that a touch could be euphoric, an aphrodisiac to my brain.

But his touch was.

The tips of his fingers worked their way down my ribs, finding the edge of my shirt and pulling it over my head. His lips grew more intense, kissing across my collarbone and my shoulders.

Lowering his hands to the trim of my pants, he pulled them down over my hips, gently lifting one leg at a time to help me out of them. And I let him. I didn't fight him off, I didn't tell him no.

I wanted it. I wanted more of it; more touch, more kisses, more of him.

Because this wasn't about money, it wasn't about pleasing Virgo or doing what I had to in order to stay above water.

Right then, it felt we were just two people. Two people that crossed paths, two people that were about to find pleasure in a world that was void of it. I shouldn't have wanted this man, I shouldn't have wanted to be touched by this man or any man at all.

And yet, I didn't want to stop him.

I had one night, just one night to not be Ash, to not be that girl bought by sex driven greed. I had one night to be free.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he looked down on me and smiled, slowly pulling them away. Taking a step back, I watched his eyes as they explored my body, devouring me with just a look.

Curling one hand over my belly, I looked down at the floor, suddenly embarrassed. I wasn't sure why I felt that way. It came out of nowhere, another feeling I wasn't used to having.

It was the way he looked at me. His eyes still and feverish, moving up and down, but always coming back to my eyes.

Biting his bottom lip, he pulled my arms away from body, and braided our fingers together. “Don't hide, you don't need to. You're beautiful, too beautiful for this world. You're like a lost angel that took a wrong turn.”

My cheeks blushed as his eyes moved around my breasts, trailing down my stomach and over my mound. My muscles were shaking, my lungs were struggling to keep steady.

What is this? What's happening to me?

Holding my hand, he led me to the bed, manipulating my body delicately, as if I would crumble in his hands if he was too rough.

Laying me down on my back, Salt climbed up on the bed, kneeling above me. My eyes never left his, just watching him come alive the more he touched me.

The pads of his fingers tickled across my belly, making me tremble. I was visibly shaking, vibrating the bed beneath me. Doing my best to stay still, I clutched the soft quilt, digging my nails into the fibers.

Smirking, he ran his hands up my side, sweeping over my ribs and circling my breast. He was barely touching me, his hands light as a feather.

“This is my gift to you—just for you.” Whispering the words, he placed kisses randomly on my skin; my stomach, my side, the back of my palm, the top of my thigh. Each one leaving a buzzing sensation that remained long after his mouth was gone. “But if it's too much, if you're not ready, don't be afraid to stop me.”

His mouth moved lower and lower, teasingly close to my most sensitive area. I could feel the warmth between my thighs as my arousal slicked my skin. Cupping my mound with his hand, Salt laid down beside me, pressing his chest into my side.

Snuggling up to him, I started to touch his shoulder and face, giving myself to him in a way I had never given myself to anyone. I was willing, I was turned on, I was eagerly ready for more.

The room was growing hot and stuffy, the smell of sex was filling the air. But this scent was sweet, it was enticing, it was everything you could ever want from yourrealfirst time.

I wasn't a virgin, but this would be the first time I willingly accepted a man. I had a voice in the room, one that would be heard, one that would be received and acknowledged.

And that meant everything to me.

Squeezing my pussy in his hand, he kissed the tender skin behind my ear, running his tongue down my neck and across my shoulder. The tip of his finger slid between my folds, spreading my arousal.