Page 20 of Bound in Ashes

Stretching me.

Owning me.

I rocked against him, shameless now.

I looked down, seeing the corded muscles of his forearms working as he fingerfucked me to the edge of sanity.

“You’re mine,” he said, his fingers pumping faster. “Say it.”

“Jack—”

“Say it.”

He circled my clit with his thumb, driving me to the edge.

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

“I’m yours,” I gasped.

“Again.” He thrust harder.

“I’m yours, Jack. I’m—oh God⁠—”

He curved his fingers and found that spot inside me that made my vision white out. “Come for me. Show me you’re mine.”

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike.

I cried out, my body clenching around his fingers, waves of pleasure crashing through me.

He worked me through it, his fingers somehow fast and gentle, coaxing every last tremor from my body.

Our eyes were locked the entire time, his intense, possessive.

He pressed a hard kiss against my lips. “Beautiful.”

Before I could respond, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth.

Licked them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then he worked his belt and zipper open.

My pussy clenched when he freed his cock.

So thick.

Hard.

Mine.

The thought came unbidden, but I didn’t fight it.

Couldn’t.

“Turn around, Asia,” he said.

This time, I took the escape, hoping for some space.

Trying to keep whatever dignity I had left.