She pressed her hand against his chest. “I want this.”
“I’ve told you, no rush.”
“It’s not just about the rush. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want this to stop.” She slowly slid her hand down to his jeans. Her fingers were on the buttons. He waited, knowing what would come next. As she cupped his cock, it took every ounce of restraint not to pounce on her then and there.
Draven waited to see what she’d do next.
She opened the button on his jeans and slid her hand inside, holding him. He gritted his teeth.
“You’re big.”
“I know, but we’re going to fit together. We’re made for each other.” He slowly stroked her arms, gliding the tips of his fingers up and down. She let him go and pushed his jeans down.
He let out a little hiss as the zipper of the jeans scratched him.
“Be careful there, sweetheart. I’ve got to take care of that guy.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about.” He released his jeans and let her get her fill of him.
He didn’t look away or try to cover himself.
Men came in all different sizes, and for him, he’d been blessed. Long and thick, and one glance down at his cock, he saw just how aroused he was with pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
She worked her hand up and down his length. Her touch was so light at first. “Does it hurt?”
“No. Never.” If anything, his balls were killing him, but that was only because he wanted to empty them right into her tight cunt.
Control.
Don’t fucking lose it.
He walked her back toward the bed, and as her legs hit the edge, he eased her down. The action stopped her from touching his cock, and for now, he enjoyed the sweet relief.
“I don’t want to stop,” she said, giving him that pretty pet lip.
“We’re nowhere near close to stopping. I’ve got the whole evening planned.” If she didn’t want to go all the way, he knew there was more than one way to enjoy tonight. “Lie back.”
She eased back, nice and slow.
He waited. He had all the patience in the world. At least, he liked to think he did. It was being tested when it came to Ashley.
“Spread those pretty thighs. I want to see what belongs to me.” Just saying those words filled him with an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness.
All of his life, he’d wanted something for himself, and he finally had it in Ashley. The fertile woman who’d found him. She’d come to him for safety, and he was more than willing to grant it—for a price. Everything in this world had a bottom line.
For Draven, it was owning Ashley. Possessing her.
He wasn’t going to allow those piece of shit traitors to take from him, not now, not ever.
She leaned back and lifted her legs, splaying them open as told. Her pussy was so slick, the fine hairs that covered her sex, soaked through.
“You like stroking my cock, beautiful?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What else?”
“I like it when you touch me.”
She licked her lips, and he saw there was something else she wanted to say. He was curious.
“Out with it, pet,” he said.
“I like it when you order me around.”
He knew that already.
Draven stroked her pussy, lightly caressing over those wet curls. “You’re going to need to get used to it because it’s going to be happening an awful lot.”
****
One touch from Draven was enough to set her one fire. Ashley wanted more than just his hand on her pussy. She craved his cock sliding inside her, filling her and sating that burning need.
Everything had changed since coming here to Draven’s Kingdom.
Luanna constantly told her how nice he was, and compared to the outside world, this was heaven.
From the few times she’d been allowed outside, she saw the stares she got. Some of the women didn’t like her being here with Draven. They were possessive of him, and she understood it.
The thought of him being with another woman filled her with so much anger and jealousy, both of which were completely foreign emotions for her.
Before being branded a fertile and having her whole life torn away from her, there hadn’t been a man in her life. Not one person she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.
Draven was different. They had this connection.
Even now as she stared into his eyes, there was something about him that made her believe she was safe. Even as he wanted to fuck her, to take her hard, and to flood her with his seed, he wouldn’t do it, not unless she was ready. It gave her a sense of power and peace.
She reached between her thighs and touched the lips of her pussy, spreading them open for him to touch.
Two fingers moved between her slit, teasing her clit. A rush of heat and energy made her body jolt.