A Promise To The Beloved (Completed)

21. Finally his...

Thanks for waiting 🥰 Trust me you won't regret it.

*Warning* This chapter is 18+ (Er..at least in my opinion. So those below 18 kindly skip to the next chapter. I'm just informing you even though I know you won't listen 😂)

Ashton lowered his head and claimed the softness of her lips with his own. A kiss so beautiful that Lilly found it impossible not to respond as his lips gently sipped and tasted her own.

Snaking an arm around her waist he pulled her closer to him as his fingers became entangled in her wavy hair. He angled his face to allow him to deepen the kiss with the moist sweep of his tongue across her parted lips. Lilly threaded her fingers into the silky darkness of his dark and tousled hair as she returned those kisses. Her breasts were pressed against the heat of his chest that she could feel through the thin fabric of his shirt.

All her denials from before melted away in the heat of his kiss. The common sense that had stopped her earlier about a hundred times was now locked and shut behind the bars somewhere deep down in oblivion. All she knew at that moment was Ashton's mouth on hers, his tongue stabbing deep and she was craving it.

Everything else ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was this man.
He breathed into her mouth, "Say it, Lilly. If you want it then say it."

Her mind was so drenched in the desire that she couldn't even understand the meaning of his words. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up in those dilated pupils. He looked like a different man. The expression on his face was so raw and elemental that Lilly almost lost her breath for a minute.

"Lilly." Ashton continued when she didn't reply. His arm still holding her close to him he brushed her lips gently with his thumb as he said, "If I touched you more than this then I won't be able to stop myself. I know you want me as much as I want you but I need to hear you say the words."

She looked up at him. Her breathing stopped. Somewhere far far away she heard a warning bell ring as if her common sense that she had locked deep down and forgot about was coming to surface. She felt his hand on her waist slipping as if he was leaving.
As if on reflex, she tightened her arms about his shoulders as she gave a kiss on his lips.
"I want you, Ashton."
Forget the warning bells. The thing she wanted the most at this moment was this. It felt so right. So necessary.

With a muffled groan he lowered his head and took her mouth again. Their tongues connected feverishly as he traced the length of her spine through the thin silk she was wearing. Cupping her buttock he gave it a light squeeze and she gasped in both shock and pleasure.

She could feel his erection pressing hard against her stomach and her already flushed cheeks darkened a bit more. She could feel her heart thumping against her chest and down below between her legs she could feel her body responding to his kisses. Hotly. Wetly.

As he took her mouth once again she could feel the fireworks explode in her head. She felt him push her gown off her shoulders to the floor. She could feel the cold breeze of the night brush her skin as she shivered slightly not sure if it was due to the cold or the unknown sensations he was making her feel.

She felt him sweeping her off her feet and looked up in his darkened gaze as he said, "Don't forget that you asked for it, Mrs king and now there's no turning back."

He took her mouth again as he started walking towards his bed with his bride in his arms. He knew if left for more than 5 seconds his wife will start having second thoughts and there was no way he was going to allow that especially when they had come this far.

He gently laid her against the silk sheets of the bed. His eyes glaze over as he looked at her, especially her breasts. His desire to seeing her where he had imagined her during all those nights twinned with something that felt like joy. He could feel his erection getting harder and eager to come out of the restrictions of his boxers and pyjamas.