Swallow

Prologue

PROLOGUE

EVIE

I stared into his eyes. This moment meant… everything.

“Sweet girl.” He pulled back and cupped my face, staring deep into my eyes. “I’m going to show you how you should have been treated.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’m going to worship every part of you.” He rested his forehead against mine again, and we breathed the same air. “I’m never letting you go.”

His words were profound, maybe too sudden, too consuming, but it had my heart racing all the same. I didn’t think too hard about what he meant by those words, but they sounded… final.

He made me feel like I was his with only a handful of words.

Our mouths pressed together, not forcefully, but so erotically, so thoroughly, that I was left clutching him for support. His hands still cupped my cheeks, his palms big, his skin warm and calloused.

“I’ll be gentle for you,” he said against my lips.

“Ash,” I whispered. I wanted whatever he had to give me, no matter how fast, how overwhelming. I knew that either way would be life changing. I wanted him to know what he did to me.

“I could come just from hearing you say my name,” he replied and pulled back, and I forced my eyes open, forced myself to meet his stare head on. A dark look of possession and arousal covered his face as he watched me.

“I’ve never felt this way. Never even thought it was possible after… everything,” I confessed.

Ash hummed and nipped at my bottom lip before he retreated once again. While still holding my gaze with his, he slid his hand over my side, curled his fingers around me there, and add pressure to tug me closer. But I realized it was me who moved onto his lap, my legs now straddling him on either side.

A moan spilled from my parted lips at how good it felt to be pressed against him. God, how many times had I fantasized about feeling this way? Because I've never felt this before.

“Touch me,” I begged.

Ash shuddered, his erection digging into the soft, intimate area between my legs making me shiver in response. And when his big hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing my stiff nipples, my eyes closed on their own.

I let my head fall back slightly on my neck, my lips parting as I breathed out a moan. My skin felt so sensitive, my breasts heavy, my nipples tingling, almost painful.

“You like this? My touch, Evie?” The way he said my name was so gruff, so masculine, that I moaned again.

I couldn't help it.