Page 37 of Broken Beauty

His voice against me feels like a sin, traveling down my body, filling me with shudders and excitement as I go back to that night.

Ash's hands on me feel like heaven.

The song playing is “I Feel It Coming” by The Weeknd. Listening to this song while having Ash's hands on me feels euphoric and makes me want to close my eyes as he touches me sensually.

“You like my hands on you, Ariella?” Ash whispers in my ear and I lean my head against his shoulder.

The song is slow but sensual and closing my eyes makes me feel the music in my bones.

My fingertips softly graze Ash's arm around me. “Yes,” I whisper, moving my hips against his. Ash turns me around so that I am facing him. I laugh and wrap my hands around his neck. I lean towards him so that my lips are only a centimeter away from his. “You want to kiss me, Ash?”

“You don't ever have to ask me to put my lips on you,” Ash says before smashing his lips on mine.

I kiss Ash like I need him, like I'd cease to exist if his lips were to stop kissing mine.

Kissing him was like a whole body feeling. My stomach erupted in butterflies, my heart melting in his hands, lips.

And like a craving finally filled, his lips kept caressing mine. There wasn't a care in the world except for his hands gripping me and holding me against his body. The longing and tension in the air.

He was mine and I was his.

There wouldn't be a thing to ruin that.

Right?

Seventeen

Ash

Summer

The thing about Ariella and the reason why I like her so much and feel so free around her is mainly her smile.

It's genuine and it's fucking beautiful. Seeing her smile is like a breath of fresh air and then her telling me to continue kissing her makes me feel the happiest I have ever been since I was a kid.

It feels good knowing that someone like her likes someone like me and actually wants to be around me.

I mean when we were at the club, Ariella and I didn't have one sip of alcohol and it feels like we both are just drunk off each other.

Euphoria is rushing through our veins and begging us to be closer to one another.

I remove my lips off of Ariella's making her whimper. “I can't concentrate on unlocking the door if you keep kissing me like that,” I say, my voice filled with lust.

“Like this?” Ariella whispers in my ear before placing her lips on my neck.

I hurry up and unlock the door as fast as I can. Once we are inside the room I grab Ariella by her thighs and wrap them around my waist as I walk to the bed.

She grinds against me once before moaning and removing her lips from mine so that she can look down.

She notices the bulge in my pants.

“This is what you do to me, Ariella. You make me fucking crazy.” I rest my face into her neck. “You make me needy and desperate. I'm so fucking desperate to have you.”

“Then have me,” Ariella whispers softly.

I lean away from her neck and look at Ariella, her eyes are filled with that drunken look that's combined with lust. She looks almost breathless while staring back at me.

I walk towards the bed and place Ariella down. I take off her clothes one by one, taking my time to admire every inch of her body.