Page 28 of Group Studies
I barely heard Ashe’s voice as he forced my hands away from his temples and to the ground. Though it didn’t stop my transfer, it jolted me back to reality.
Ashe’s strained face hovered above mine. His eyes glowed as he tongue snaked out, wetting his lips. “Aphrodite, stop,” he said, his voice tightly controlled.
This time, I did. The wisp of the barrier slid back into place. I moaned and arched up, needing more than the cold night air kissing my skin.
“I stopped it,” I said. He released my arms, and I ran my hand across my healed stomach and curled it in my pubic hair. “Ashe, please,” I moaned and squeezed one of my breasts. “Please, I need you. All of you. Complete the transfer, please.”
I bit my lower lip and watched the Gentle Giant still hovering above me. Conflict raged in his gray gaze. He knelt near my stomach. I ran my tingling hand down the front of his pants, palming his stiff erection.
“Aphrodite,” Ashe breathed. “This is not how shit should’ve gone down.”
“But you wanted me even before,” I said. “Please. It will calm both of us.”
Ashe leaned over and put a hand on either side of my head, so all I could see was his face accented by tiny sparks of my magic, making even his beard hair stand up.
“If we do this, there’s no turning back,” Ashe said. He swallowed. “For either of us. I don’t fuck around.”
“Anything,” I said. “I need you.”
“I’m a fucking idiot,” Ashe said before his lips crashed into mine.
His beard tickled my nose. My magic swirled around us. I opened my mouth and tried to entice his tongue between us. He parted, only to nip at my appendage until it submitted to his will. He stood and chucked his clothing. I only got a glimpse of his hardened muscles and hair-kissed abs before he extinguished his light and nudged my legs apart, settling between them.
I expected him to go for it. Instead, he took each of my hands in his and kissed each of my fingertips.
“Your hands are still tender?” he asked.
I nodded. He pressed my arms above my head. Warm, soft bands of his magic held my wrists in place, sending waves of good tingles down my sides and across my chest.
“So you can’t accidentally use them,” he said.
His magic pulsed against my skin, adding to the choir of sensation singing hymns through my clit. I giggled and moaned as he kissed his way down my body. His lips hovered above Saffron’s hickey. A low growl rumbled across my skin, before his healing magic, fused with mine, easily erased it from my skin.
“Fucking hell. I should be unconscious from the amount of magic I’ve used in the last ten minutes,” Ashe said, nibbling my ear. “Instead, I’m a fucking beast. If this were any other situation, I’d have you trapped in my fucking room for the rest of the night.”
He kissed down my neck before completely engulfing one of my breasts in his mouth and sucking my stiff nipple into the back of his throat. I moaned and tried to clench my thighs together, but his hips were in the way. His erection ghosted across my clit, just out of reach. He kissed my other breast and ran his calloused palm down my side and across my pelvis. Slightly curling his fingers, he caressed my dripping entrance, hitting my clit at the top each time.
I moaned, and he stopped throat fucking my nipple. His fingers slid down and in, where he began rotating his wrist. My abs tightened as I screamed for more.
“I know it’s the magic making you this fucking wet,” Ashe said. “But next time, every drop of your honey will be from me.” He pulled his fingers out and pinched my clit, making me arch up in pleasure. At the top, he caught my hips. The back of my thighs met his chest with my feet stuck out over his shoulder.
In a strong, fast motion, he filled me. My eyes widened as I stretched further than I knew I could to accommodate his size. When his balls came to rest against my butt, he groaned, giving me a moment to adjust. My walls quivered around him, loving every moment. Without warning, he pulled out before surging forward again. This time, my entire body slid up on the blanket toward my hands.
“Fucking, nope,” Ashe said.
He dropped my legs. My magic sang as another band of soft power pinned my shoulders to the ground to protect my hands.
Leaving butterfly kisses down my front, he sent another wave of healing magic to double-check my injuries.
As sweet as the gesture was, I needed him. My magic sang for him. “Ashe, I need more.”
He bent between my legs to kiss my clit before pulling my legs up against his chest once more.
With a grunt, he began to fuck me. Not make love, down and dirty fuck me into the ground. The sound of skin slapping and the cool air felt incredible as I cried and moaned around every pounding thrust. He kissed my calf before releasing my legs. They fell to either side of his hips, and I opened them wide. He gave up some of his power for speed, ramming my clit and my g-spot at the same time. My building orgasm doubled.
“Ashe,” I moaned.
“Fucking feel me,” Ashe growled. “Jesus, fuck, you’re so tight.”