Chapter 4: So Tight

Ashlaine POV:

I clung to his back as his mouth claimed mine, desperate and searching.

“You’re safe,”

Safe.

I wanted to believe him.

But before I could even hold on to that word, his kiss changed—

From gentle to hungry.

From careful to claiming.

Possessive.

And I didn’t mind.

Not even when I should have.

My hands moved on their own, trembling as they reached for his tie. I loosened it slowly, carefully, even as my heartbeat raced and my chest tightened. One button, then another—until his shirt parted under my touch and I felt the heat of his bare skin.

He stilled against me, lips pausing like he was waiting—letting me decide.

And I did.

I kept going.

Because I didn’t want space between us anymore.

I slid the fabric from his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath my fingers. He was restraint itself—controlled, patient—while I was the opposite, rushing with a desperation that came not from lust alone, but from my need to forget everything else.

His hand traced down my thigh, pulling me against him until there was no more distance, no more air between us.

And I let him.

Because tonight, I belonged to him.

And I hated how much I needed that.

I exhaled a tremor I hadn’t realized I was holding, a fragile breath breaking free in the charged silence between us.

His lips descended, tracing the edge of my jaw before venturing lower—each press unhurried, deliberate, like a cartographer mapping forbidden territory. Every contact seared into me, setting fire to my skin, though it wasn’t fear that burned there.

He wasn’t hurried.

He was… staking claim.

As if every second he lingered was a vow, branding me into his memory.

His hands—steady, commanding—slid along my waist and drew me against him until there was no space left to hide. I didn’t resist. I leaned into him, loathing how quiet we both were, and yet… craving the closeness more than the air filling my lungs.

When his lips brushed the curve of my neck, it wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a request. It was simply possession made gentle.

The sound that slipped from me—soft, unwilling—betrayed everything I thought I could contain. A moan.

He paused at the sound, as though savoring it. And then… I felt it: the curve of his mouth against my skin. A smirk.

He didn’t need words, not at first. But when his lips grazed me again, the whisper followed—low, rough, and irrevocable.

“Mine.”

The single word unraveled me, sending shivers racing down my spine.

He moved lower, teeth catching the thin strap of my dress, tugging it with sinful patience. My breath faltered, hitched, then broke. He let the fabric fall—inch by excruciating inch—until his hand finished what his mouth began. The straps slipped free, one after the other, the fabric surrendering my body as though it never belonged to me in the first place.

His hand wandered my bare skin—warm, unrelenting, possessive. My lashes fluttered shut. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t even hesitant. I simply yielded.

My fingers threaded through his hair as his lips carved a heated trail lower, every kiss deliberate, every graze of his mouth a brand. Another sound tore from me, helpless and breathless. This time, he answered.

“That sound…” His voice was rough, dangerous, frayed at the edges. “Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t.

Even when his fingers found the clasp of my bra—unfastening it with effortless certainty—I didn’t resist.

I let him.

Not because I was weak.

But because I wanted to.

His lips returned to me, slower now, more precise—every movement sharpened by intent. When his mouth closed over my bare chest, drawing my nipple between his lips, the sudden tug made me gasp. The soft scrape of his teeth followed, coaxing a moan from deep within my throat—louder this time, betraying the unraveling of my restraint.

His grip on me tightened. For a moment, I felt the threads of his control fray… and I didn’t care.

His kisses traveled lower, from my breasts to the flat of my stomach, a trail of heat that left me trembling. I knew where he was going, and I should have stopped him. But instead of “stop,” every fiber of me begged to say the opposite—don’t. Keep going.

And judging by the curve of his smirk against my skin, he already knew.

His mouth descended, deliberate as sin, until his teeth caught the delicate edge of my underwear. The sound that escaped me was sharp, unguarded.

“Really?” he murmured against the inside of my thigh, his voice a wicked purr. “I was expecting a thong.”

His low chuckle vibrated through me, dangerous and slow, and I swore the sound itself threatened to undo me.

He didn’t rush.

He never did.

His lips and teeth dragged the thin fabric down inch by torturous inch, unraveling me as if he knew how much the waiting destroyed me. My body tensed involuntarily. He noticed, of course—he always noticed—and he paused, smirk curving against my skin before he continued.

His fingers replaced his mouth, tugging the final barrier away and discarding it carelessly, like it was nothing. Like I was his possession to uncover at his will. And the worst part?

I let him.

My face burned, my breath caught, as he glanced up at me with a hunger that felt more like a claim than a desire. My cheeks flushed deeper under his gaze, and his smirk only widened, satisfied at the sight of me undone.

Then his head lowered again—closer, closer—until I felt the first slow, teasing drag of his tongue against me. My hand shot to his hair, gripping hard as the sound of my own gasp broke the silence.

“D-don’t tease me,” I whispered, my voice raw, unsteady.

“Fine,” he rasped in a low, rough timbre, each word dripping with the edge of his restraint. “Spread those legs for me, and let me see that beautiful pûssy of yours, baby.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly, like I was about to lose control. Damn it, why was it so easy for me to obey him? My thighs trembled, but still… I slowly parted my legs, every move screaming surrender. Even if my mind was resisting, my body had already betrayed me.

"But I'll put it inside" he ready his fingers

My eyes widened— I'm wondering if I can take it

He spread out my legs

"So wet for me, baby.." he chuckled

"Be ready" he traced my pûssy that makes my eyes closed and bit my lips

Suddenly I gasped as he put his finger inside

"I can feel that you are too tight, ash"

I moaned. Loudly

"D-damn it, be gentle.." I looked at his eyes while he was looking at me

"I know it was your first time. I can't promise to be gentle, princess." He smirked at me and moved his finger a bit faster that I wanted to cry out loud because of pain. But I hold it since I want this.

"Bear with it. Trust me, it won't hurt later"

I just nodded and gripped at the sheets moaning, I was holding not to cry, but tears streamed beside my eyes. He wiped it using his tongue.

"Shh" he kept thrusting his finger inside my hole and slowly I can't feel the pain a bit

"F-faster, faster zayne.." I demanded

"So demanding" he smirked as he put another finger—now it was two fingers inside my hole.

I gasped. Moaned.

"F-fuck"

He thrust so fast then, I gripped at the pillows at my head.

He was watching me.

Under his control.

He captured my lips possessively as he kept moving his fingers inside my hole.

All I can do was capture his lips too while moaning. I can feel that something's gonna came out from me, and he clutched it as he can feel that too. Dang.

Suddenly as he kept moving his fingers in and out so fast, my orgasm came out from my pûssy. — I gasped from exhaustion. He smirked in satisfaction.

We kept kissing possessively each other and pulled out his fingers inside my hole. He broke the kiss as he licked his fingers. He moved down and faced my womanhood.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously while I'm still panting at exhaustion

"Shh, cleaning my property" I blushed, I gripped on his hair as he started to licked my pussy, cleaning my orgasm—i moaned again.

As he was done licking it, he looked at my eyes and licked his lips with a white liquid at the side of his mouth.

"So tasty, so sweet, so addictive.." he mumbled as he roamed again his lips on my body, sucking my nipples again—I moaned.

I pushed him gently.

"My turn..." I said while panting

He smirked as he heard that.