My hands find her waist and I pull her body closer. My hands move over her delicate skin, slowly at first, but with every gasp I’m losing fucking control.
I try to move her hands away from her pussy but she stops me and gives me a playful glare, “you only get to touch when Isay you do.” I raise a brow. “remember, I’m in control.” She winks.
I begrudgingly remove my hands away from her body, clenching my fists until my knuckles turn white. “your driving me fucking crazy.” I mutter, and that earns me nothing but a smile.
I watch as she slides her fingers into her pussy. Her head tilts back, and a groan passes through her lips. I watch her drive her fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling tortured just watching how my little bird pleasures herself over my body.
“Dove, please.” I find myself begging. Me? Begging a woman. I never thought I’d see the day, but she doesn’t mock me for it. No, she rewards me by pulling her fingers from her dripping pussy and sliding her wet juices across my lips. I slide my tongue out, tasting her, and a groan rips from my throat as I taste her delicious sweetness.
She smirks as she grips my cock, sliding it across her pussy. She gasps, her hands crawl around my neck and she slowly slides the tip of my cock into her pussy. Fuck. I’d never get bored with how good her pussy feels.
Slowly, she slides down my cock like a fucking pro, inch by fucking inch. She swallows my fucking cock. “Fuck, Dove, I should let you take control more often.” I gasp.
She slowly moves and I allow her to guide herself with the fucking amazing feeling of my cock nestled tightly within her pussy, it’s slow but in a weird way more intimate, that’s when it happens, she looks into my eyes as she slowly rocks against me and for all the times I wanted to break her—in one moment she breaks me wide fucking open.
“Dove,” I moan like a secret that passes through my lips. Her lips crash down on mine as her hips gyrate faster, massaging my cock with her sweet, tight pussy.
“I want you.” She moans against my mouth, “I want you,” she desperately moans while she rocks her body harder against mine.
Her hands crawl from my hair and slide across my throat, she tightens her grip while she rides my cock like it’s her fucking lifeline, the desire rushes through my body.
I’m fucking panting. With every moment she takes the breath from my body, just lost in the moment, lost in the magic of my sweet Dove.
My hands tangle into her hair, forcing her to keep going, our bodies slide together like a pretty puzzle piece that fits and as she slides up and down my cock, screaming her desire into the room, I finally feel the rush of desire pour out of me in a hard wave of pleasure. My body shakes as I hold on to this miracle for dear fucking life and let her use my body until she finally shakes with her own desire. Watching her is fucking mesmerising.
Watching her finally come undone.
When we finally break apart, both of us breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers, my hands still tangled in her hair, my heart still racing in my chest.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Dove,” I murmur, my voice raw. “But I don’t want it to stop.”
She laughs softly, the sound light and full of something I’ve never heard before—something like hope, something like trust. “Then don’t let it stop, Ashton,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to rest against my chest, her fingers tracing the steady beat of my heart.
I close my eyes, letting the sound of her voice settle deep inside me, and for the first time, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, this could be something real. Something worth fighting for.
And in that moment, I realize I’d do anything to keep her here. With me. Because the more I let myself fall, the more I understand that with Dove, I’m not alone anymore.
And for the first time in my life, I think I can finally be whole.
22
DOVE
The snow was falling softly, coating the world in a blanket of quiet serenity. The woods behind Ashton’s estate had transformed overnight into something out of a fairy tale, the tall trees dusted with white, their branches bending slightly under the weight of the snow. The air was crisp and clean, every breath stinging my lungs in a way that felt invigorating. It was the kind of beauty that felt almost unreal, the kind that made you stop and marvel, even when your heart was heavy.
I walked a few steps ahead of him, the crunch of snow under my boots the only sound in the otherwise silent forest. The cold nipped at my cheeks, and I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck, trying to stave off the chill. But even as the cold bit at my skin, the warmth of his presence behind me was impossible to ignore.
“You’re quiet today,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him. Ashton was walking with his hands shoved into his coat pockets, his dark hair dusted with snowflakes. He looked out of place here in the woods, his sharp, brooding demeanora stark contrast to the gentle beauty around us. And yet, somehow, he belonged here. He always seemed to belong, no matter where he was.
“Just taking it all in,” he said, his voice low, almost contemplative.
It was rare to see him like this, so subdued, so… human. Usually, there was a sharpness to him, an edge that made it hard to relax. But here, in the quiet of the woods, with the snow falling around us like a soft whisper, I saw something different. A quiet intensity, yes, but also something softer. Something that made my chest ache.
I stopped walking and turned to face him, wrapping my arms around myself. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked, gesturing to the snow-covered trees around us.
He nodded, his dark eyes scanning the landscape. “Yeah. It is.”
I smiled, but there was a sadness to it. I couldn’t help it. Moments like this—moments where the world seemed to stand still—always made me think of the things I’d lost. The things I’d never had. “When I was a kid,” I said softly, my breath fogging in the air, “I used to dream about moments like this. Snow falling, the woods all quiet and peaceful… It felt like the kind of place where magic could happen.”
