There was no point denying her attraction, not for a single second.
“I love seeing you like this. You’re so needy. It makes my cock ache. All I want to do is fill your cunt with my seed, pump it into you until you breed for me.”
“Yes.”
“You like it when I talk dirty?”
“Yes.” She grew frustrated. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it between her thighs, letting him know where she wanted his touch.
He could talk all night so long as he helped her with her release. He rubbed her through her clothing, and there was too much in the way. She pulled on his shirt, trying to take it off him, not wanting him to be dressed.
Skin on skin.
Touch.
Draven.
She wanted only him.
He seemed to know what she wanted as he helped her to rid them both of their clothing. Within a matter of seconds, they were back on the bed, and she ran her hands over his erection. His heavy cock pressed against her pussy but not inside her.
“How wet are you for me?” he asked, his hand skimming the inside of her thigh. He didn’t touch her where she needed him. No, he stroked over her pussy but not quite touching her.
She whimpered.
“Beg me, Ashley.”
“Please, Draven, please, I need you.”
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
She stared into his eyes. “You. I’m yours. Are you mine?” She hated how insecure she felt in asking the question.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You have me.”
Chapter Eight
Ashley didn’t want him to leave, and he didn’t want to leave her. Draven had no choice. Life was about survival, and without food, they wouldn’t last long. The peace in his community was in part due to meeting everyone’s needs. Once they got hungry, their ugly sides would emerge as they fought for every last scrap.
Draven wouldn’t let that happen, not after all the work he’d put into his kingdom. Not with Ashley possibly pregnant with his child. He had a lot to live for now.
They took the old wooden cart and two horses. It kept them off the radar more than traveling with a truck. Scavengers went crazy for gasoline or working vehicles. He’d decided just to take Luke. Two men wouldn’t rouse as much attention, plus he wanted as many bodies as possible protecting Ashley and his people.
“You love her,” said Luke. The clickety-clack of the wooden wheels over the stony ground had lulled him the past hour. Draven was deep in thought, thinking to the past, and dreaming of the future.
“You can tell?”
Luke chuckled as he held the reins of the horses. “It’s written all over you. Some say you’re using her for her fertility, but I know better.”
“Because you were in love.”
He nodded. “That seems like a lifetime ago. It’s time for me to start over, too.”
“That’s a healthy way to think. You’re still young. No sense spending the rest of your life alone.”
“I remember, not so long ago, when you preached relationships were a waste of time.”
Draven smirked. “That was before Ashley showed up.”