Page 321 of Conquered

“Do you know how fucking hard I was when I walked into that meeting earlier, Princess?” Ash drawls, voice low and like another sensation caressing my now sensitised skin.

“Oh really?” I reply, giving him wide, innocent eyes as I continue to move to the beat. He stares at me, water soaking through his shirt and letting me see all of his inked up muscles, my breath catching at his masculine beauty. He doesn’t speak, just waits, staring at me with a ravenous hunger and building the tension until I feel like I might break this time.

With a movement that I should have seen coming but didn’t, my back is hitting the shower wall and Ash is dropping to hisknees in front of me, gazing up at me, his black hair plastered to his stunning face.

“I’m going to make you as hot as you made me,” he whispers, moving his face closer to my aching pussy. His fingers skirt up my thighs, both hands grasping my hips, and he huffs a breath against my wet folds. “As desperate for my cock inside you as I was to fill up this delicious cunt when you claimed me as yours in front of that secretary.” I groan at his dirty talk, knowing that he will make good on his promise and I’ll be a wreck by the time he’s through.

Using my hips, he guides me towards the other end of the cubicle, still on his knees as we move away from the spray.

“Turn around, hands on the bench,” he orders, and I do as he says, placing my palms flat on the marble bench seat, excitement making my skin itch. “Fucking perfect.”

Without another word, I feel his tongue lapping my slit from clit to opening, and I groan loud and low, my fingers flexing on the smooth surface of the marble.

“Ash,” I breathe out, the expert movements of his tongue causing flutters in my lower belly and sparks to fly across my skin.

He destroys me with his tongue, and I go fucking wild when he starts to circle my puckered hole with it, pushing two fingers into my wet heat as he laps at my tight hole. He works me into a frenzy, his fingers and tongue obliterating me until my limbs shake and I can barely hold myself up.

“Come for me, Princess,” he demands, reaching round and pinching my clit with his other hand so fucking hard I combust, screaming my release as I break apart. The noise of the shower becomes dull as I go blind and deaf all at once with the strength of my climax, my body convulsing around his still pumping fingers.

He gives me no break, and the next thing I know, he's pushing his hard pierced cock inside my still pulsing cunt, his fingers gripping my hips in a firm hold as he fights against my clamping inner walls.

“Fucking hell, Princess,” he grits out, his voice tight and strained. I almost come again from the sound, knowing how much I affect him is the strongest aphrodisiac.

He starts bucking his hips hard and fast, just how I love it, and I'm soon tumbling towards a second orgasm, my pussy walls vice-like around him. Heat suffuses my limbs, and I have just enough brain cells left to squeeze my inner walls tighter.

“Come with me, husband,” I demand, and he groans his sexy as fuck sound that shivers down my spine and pushes me closer towards bliss.

Thrusting hard once, twice, and a third and final time, he comes with a roar, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, the bite of pain making me see sunshine and fucking rainbows as I scream for him. My whole body lights up like I'm the personification of electricity, my limbs twitching with the strength of my orgasm.

He pauses, buried deep inside me as we stay there and just breathe, the shower still running and steam filling the bathroom as we soak in each other.

Without pulling out, he bends over me and kisses my spine, wrapping his arms around me and standing us up so that my back is to his chest. I whimper when he slips out, and he chuckles in a self-satisfied, manly way.

“Don’t worry, wife,” he rumbles in my ear as he walks us backwards under the spray of the still hot shower. “After we wash, I’ll get you all dirty again,” he tells me, letting go with one hand as the other reaches for the soap, his this time, and brings it in front of us to squeeze a dollop into his other hand. “And again,” he murmurs as he soaps up my breasts. “And again.” Myrounded stomach gets attention this time. “And again.” His hand dips between my legs, and I can already feel the need burning in my core.

Jesus, sex addict much?

I mean, can you really blame a girl when she’s surrounded by four, hot as fuck guys who all want to fill her up with their cocks?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

LILLY

We get two days to chill out after that shitshow and spend it wrapped up together, listening to music and enjoying each other's bodies, making up for lost time.

The night before graduation comes all too soon, and the guys are all called away for Black Knight business. It leaves my stomach in knots, as they don’t know if they’re being summoned to deal with a competitor or just some more training.

“It’ll be alright, sweetheart,” Kai assures me, pulling me close as the others head out the door after kissing me goodbye.

“I hate this,” I whisper into his chest, gripping his T-shirt in my fingers. “I hate that you have to keep doing this.”

“I know, my love,” he murmurs into my hair. “But it won’t be for long. The summer hunting trip is coming up, and after that things will be different.”

His words don’t reassure me though, knowing that the plan to deal with their parents and Kai’s uncle will be bloody and potentially dangerous. I pull back, my forehead creased, and stare deeply into his warm, amber eyes.

“Just, stay safe tonight. Keep each other safe.”

“Always, love,” he replies, placing a soft, parting kiss on my lips before leaving and locking up behind him. I’m reminded of Ash’s stern words to not open the door for anyone as I stare after them, feeling a little bereft.