All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)
“I’ll keep trying until you take me.”
“I love you, Ash. I always have.” The words slip out of me so easily, it’s baffling that I never said them out loud before.
He pauses, his breathing turning harsh, almost animalistic. “Always?”
“Always.”
“Even when you were cold and standoffish?”
I laugh. “Especially when I was cold and standoffish. It was a façade, Ash. The deeper my feelings ran for you, the harder I tried to kill them.”
He’s quiet for a second as if mulling my words over. When he speaks, my heart stops beating. “I love you, too, Reina. You’re my first and last.”
“You’re my first and last too.” I retrieve the ring Reina gave me. “Now, give me a decent proposal, because I don’t remember the last one.”
Five years later
“Ash…Ash…”
“What is it, prom queen?” He slows down, his hips rolling in an unhurried rhythm as he pins my throat to the ground.
He’s fucking me from the side at the entrance. The moment I walked into our apartment, he grabbed me by the throat and wrapped his other hand around my eyes, making the world black and more…thrilling.
Then he threw me to the ground, tore my clothes off like a caveman, and made me lie on my side so he could fuck me deep and fast.
It’s a game we sometimes play, the unknown. It always makes me so wanton and I come harder than ever before.
Asher’s intense side is my heaven. With each touch and stroke, I fall deeper and harder for him.
In public, I’m his queen; in bed, I’m his most obedient slut, the one he pleasures every night and in the morning before we go to work.
His hand never leaves my throat as he rams into me. His arm crushes my breast, making my nipples throb with the need to be bitten, touched, and tortured by him.
Now, of all times, he slows his pace. He can’t just leave me hanging after all that build-up; I’m about to explode.
“Harder, you fucking asshole.”
He laughs, the sound harsh and dark. “That’s not how it works. Say the words.”
Usually, all I have to do is say ‘please’, but today, I’m aching for a strong release, so I say, “I’m yours, only yours, Ash.”
“Yes, you are,” he grunts as he thickens inside me until I can feel him stretch me all over again. He slides out almost entirely then slams back in again.
Once.
Twice.
The third time, my nails dig into his arm as my lips part in a wordless cry.
The release crashes into me as he captures my mouth in a ravenous kiss and pounds into me harder and faster. My pulse heightens and my whimpers are shaky with the strength of it.
I can’t breathe. No, I don’t want to breathe.
I want to take him in at his rawest form, all uncut and mine. My best friend, my husband, and my number one supporter.
His kiss turns breathless and out of control as his cum fills me. We both sigh into each other’s mouth at the same time, but we don’t stop kissing.
His hand strokes my throat as he opens my mouth and fucks