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Ash's POV

The silence found its way through the air the very same second I pushed the door closed behind me.. It was a completely different room than the one I could remember.. My parents had renovated the whole damned house.. Now, the room that was once mine was just another guest room.. And hell, I couldn't be more glad that the appearance of it was completely changed..

The large space was filled with fine furniture that I knew my mother had picked.. Her taste was never modern, but rather more antique. Heavy wood and carved golden mirrors, fur rugs yet silken sheets.. It rather seemed like a lake house style than one that was so close to New York.. It wasn't exactly my taste, but it was not all so bad either.

Anya seemed very much fascinated by it.. I still stood somewhat leaned against the door and watched how she ran her fingers over the silky sheets, slowly taking off her coat and putting it on one chair on the side alongside her little bag.. The dimmed light from the lamp she had previously turned on illuminated the room well.. It threw a well carved shadow down the soft curves of her hips, so well gripped by that skintight dress she was wearing..

It had me stand there and stare.. It had many stare the entire night. And it built the kind of frustration inside me that seemed impossible to push back. The kind that made me wish to punch their heads on the side and have them learn to focus on something else that wasn't her.. And at the same time, it made me want to take her somewhere that only I would get to marvel at that her for as long as I wished to..

She stopped in front of the large mirror and looked at her own reflection.. While I focused on how well her hair was pushed up in that bun, how the low back on her dress showed the fair lines of her back, the narrow sides of her waist that seemed to continue down with those provocatively curved hips, wide and lean..

I watched how she moved her hand behind her back to reach the zip of her dress but failed from the first try.. Then turned her head on the side and spoke for the first time since we had entered the room, filling the air with that symphonic voice of hers and breaking that silence.

"Will you help me with this?" Her tone was soft but even behind the innocence of her question, it held the kind of request that I found myself compelled from..

I moved with lightness in my steps, slowly towards her like completely under her command, from the simple wish in her words, the simple way those words made me lost in her spell.. It was truly madness how easily she could have me worshiping on my knees. Hell, it should've frightened me how much control she could have over me, but it rather made me wish to hear more of it.. Of those daring requests.

I reached her and stopped.. I stopped and looked. How she turned her head on the side but didn't glance at me over her shoulder.. How she inhaled when I ran my hand down her bare shoulder, down towards the zipper of that tight dress.. She said it before leaving.. It was a beautiful dress, it would be a shame to rip it.. But damn, how I wished to.

Instead, I pulled down on the zipper, like a madman without a piece of sanity.. Like my mind had gone blank and no thoughts crossed it. Like it was her and only her that mattered in that moment.. Perhaps not even that. I seemed more selfish and wished to have her stripped so that I could worship all that beauty alone, marvel and melt from the things she caused inside me.

But it was her that dared me, her that asked me.. Her that waited patiently and breathed daringly. The zipper was all the way down, revealing her soft fair skin, the backside of her bra and the dipped line of her spine.. It revealed the two little dimples right where the opened zipper ended, right above the provocative high curve of her behind, once again even better illuminated from the dimmed light of the lamp.

And there I was, running a finger down her skin once again without being aware of it.. Lost in that silence, lost in that sight.. Leaning closer like I still wasn't aware of my own thoughts that crossed my mind.. Other than those silent curses, those few lines that repeated in my head.. To get back, to find distance before losing myself completely.

"What game are you playing?" I had gotten so close to her that I almost spoke against her shoulder, and to my closeness she took the most daring sharp inhale.

"No games, my love,"

  Once again that soft tone filled the silence effortlessly, and her words had me holding my breath for a beat.. She glided her fingers over the strap on her shoulder, pushing it down her arm and doing the same with the other one.. The dress fell to the ground.

  It was all perfection and splendor lining that body of hers, magnificence and beauty along every hollow and curve, tint and texture. And I had to give everything I had to keep my eyes above and over, finding my gaze towards the mirror in front of her, and looking at the reflection of the both of us..

"You have a different name for it?" My lips were suddenly pressed against her shoulder without me even being aware of it, slowly leaving a kiss over her skin and hearing the sigh that she released. "This temptation you've been succeeding in, throughout this whole night.."

"It is you that's allowing temptation." She was turning around, and I found my hands still remaining over her waist, glided against that silk of a skin of hers as she turned to face me..

  It was those ripe lips of hers that had me hold my breath.. Those full breasts in that creamy white bra she was wearing that had me struggling with control; the space in my pants gone to nothing when wide blue eyes looked up, sparking against the dimmed light.. Hell, I had to suspend every curse and groan that dared to escape in that moment when she glided her hands up my chest..

"I would be mad not to be tempted by you," I barely found my way to words, leaning closer with eyes already closed, and inhaling the intoxicating scent as I pressed my lips against the side of her jaw.. "All this beauty," My hand was over her throat, turning her chin with my thumb the way I pleased, just to see that marvelous neck more exposed, just to see her close her eyes and swing her head back. "What changed your mind? Why did you agree on staying here?"

  I no longer really knew where I was headed with those questions, or why I was asking that at such moment when I wished everything but to change the subject about her tempting nature.. Either way, I still held her close. With all that loss of senses I found the patience to so slowly run my fingers over the splendid lines of her neck, behind it, as I pulled her closer, watching how those daring lips parted and dull eyes peeked open.

And then she whispered. "David is staying here as well.."

  I allowed silence to fall over for a few seconds and searched every gorgeous line on her face with intensity and closeness, looking for some sign or meaning behind those words.. Why his presence in the house was important to her, I had no clue, but I had doubts he had something to say before I interrupted that conversation before.. The bastard could already  go along and pray if he dared insulting her in any way.

"So?"

"So," She took a step back and slipped from me within seconds, walking towards the vanity mirror. "I want to know his intentions."

  I on the other hand stood frozen to my spot and simply observed her pull on the pin in her hair and have it fall heavily down her back, long and shiny dark locks tumbling down her bare skin.. The lingerie covered little of her luscious behind, allowing that glow of her skin to come trough even more..

"I think his intentions with you are clear. He wants you.."

  With a jaw clenched and fists as well, I observed her stop in front of the vanity mirror and take off her earrings.. I had no clue whether it was the subject about her ex fiancé that had me shook, or the fact that she walked around in that provocative lingerie around me.. But her silence was driving me crazy.

"What makes you say that?" She finally spoke with the same monotone lightness in her voice, like my statement hadn't effected her one bit.

"You were betrothed to him." I was walking towards her, sounding just as upset with my words as I felt on the inside.. Hell, I was furious with the simple thought of what I was to say. "I've seen the way he looks at you.. The way every man in that hall looks at you.."

  I reached her, scanned her yet she still had the courage to look me up and down as well and take a small step closer..

"How?" Her hand on my chest was enough to have me doubt every bit of my control I struggled to hold onto.. So I took it in mine and pulled her closer..

"Like they're wishing you in their room, when it is I that gets to have you.." I was speaking with anger in my words to the simple thought of someone else even wishing her, but her simple closeness had me lightheaded. "To look at you, to strip you.. Have you in my bed at night."

The roughness my voice held didn't cause even a bit of nervousness throughout her.. Those eyes remained on mine with the kind of understanding and intensity that took my breath away.. It had me frustrated from my words, but motionless from her beauty, from the closeness she allowed..

"Yes, it is you. And I wouldn't have it any other way.." Her hand was on the side of my face, and how the hell could I had kept myself in control when I felt her touch? "I won't have this night wasted, or away from you.. I can't deal with another argument, please,"

She shook her head and spoke as slowly as to allow every inch of the air to be marvelously filled with the melody in her voice, having me run my fingers over the silkiness of her skin, the dips of her narrow waist and behind, so that I pulled her closer until she was glued against me..

  And it was that moment I closed my eyes, that moment I brushed my lips against the side of her face and inhaled her intoxicating scent..

  "How can I argue with you, when you walk around looking like this?" I was already running my fingers over the back of her bra, over the long locks of her hair that woke up the kind of yearning inside me that couldn't be satisfied.. Not if I didn't have her, right then..

  "Then can you find your way to resistance?" It was when I heard those words that I looked at her, feeling pain in my groin from how damn hard I was, from how much the sight of her effected me, with lips red and bitten, eyes dull with lust yet words that caused confusion..

My hand was around her jaw slowly but surely holding her close. "You want me to? Or is this still just another game you're playing?"

"I told you. No games." She searched my face, focused on my lips and licked hers, having me hold back a groan and push back every urge I had in that moment. "But resistance.. You don't have to hold onto it.." She then allowed our gazes to meet and flattered her lashes slowly. "I don't want you to."

  That was all it took for my mind to find its way to plain blankness, with not a piece of sanity left to hold onto.. I was a madman when it came to her, as simple as that.. From the very moment I met her, I knew I would be damned if I didn't have her.. It was that night in that club I lost my sanity for this woman, lost my head for a taste of her..

  So there I was, taking her in my arms and pulling her against me, holding her behind her neck snd around the spending lines of her lower back, with eyes closed and lips longing for a better taste of hers.. And damn, when I felt her hands up my chest, fingers wrapping around the collar of my shirt, I feared I was about to show her the fire her simple touch woke inside me..

  But it was her lips I kissed more, taking more of that taste of sweetness and champagne, more of her desperate sighs, lead by nothing but the burning in my soul, the wish for her right then.. Despite the conversation we had started that I chose to delay, despite the fact that it was a house full of people we were in, the one I once called home..

  If so, that little fact woke up something even stronger in me.. It made me realize that it was her and only her that belonged there with me, my Anastasia that belonged in my arms and no one else's, lost in her spell and desperate for her affection.. And so I was certain. I was certain she was the something I once found impossible. The very love my soul once refused to believe in.. Possessed by this very woman I longed for in full despair.

  I was pushing her on the bed lead by something greater than I could really control, with numb senses and lost minds.. And before I could move any further, she was on her knees on the bed, straightening up while I still stood beside it, once again gliding her hands up my chest with elegance, yet there was nothing graceful about the cravings we allowed to lead us..

  She pulled on my shirt and had the buttons opened within seconds.. And then she looked at me with the kind of wildness in her eyes that caused some kind of an explosion of heat in my chest, an urge of an animal in my moves.. Having her stripped until all that perfection was served before me, her naked skin and beauty that was only mine to worship and admire.

  I heard those deep breaths of hers when I ripped off her lingerie.. Heard the pleading in them when I pushed her down on the mattress.. Felt the eagerness in her moves when she helped me out of my pants and wished to see me just as I did her.. Please me just as I did her.. And hell, how I loved her for it, she had no clue.

  It was only a second we stopped, in need for air when I allowed those lips to redeem close to mine, with warm breaths of promise and desire.. The kind I no longer wished to delay.

  "Sit back," She said. With a hand on my shoulder, she pushed me back against the headboard of the bed and I did so without a word, or a blink..

  I looked at the eyes of ocean that were inches away from mine. "Why?"

  "Because," Her hands remained on my shoulders, and had me look her in the eyes in that full compulsion, while I felt her straddle me, and felt another piece of control escape me. "I want you close to me while I'm on top of you,"

  She slid her hands on the sides of my face almost like she was trying to make me focus on her and only her.. "Eyes on me," And then she adjusted those luscious hips and had me enter her, slowly and surely, without a single warning, with those wide eyes flattering closed like she was determined to have me lose my mind.. And it was lost. "So deep inside me,"

  How she spoke in that moment, delirious and lost, like she wasn't even aware of her own words, it swirled my damned mind.. I could not believe how certain she was, in her and in me, that she dared to allow it all happen so quickly, with no further warnings or delays, games or teases..

  Hell, I was so fascinated by her, so enchanted by her that I kept my eyes on that beautiful face of hers even with a lost mind and no senses other than the pleasure that simple moment brought..

  Enough. With hands up those soft hips, I touched and gripped every curve of her behind and pushed myself deeper inside her.. Her fingers tightened against my shoulder, others tight in my hair.. Fucking hell, and the sight of her.. The sight of her almost had me burst right then..

  Those daring eyes were now shut closed, brows in a desperate frown before she whispered something I couldn't hear in that moment, with ripe red lips so provocatively parting that even with eyes still opened, I kissed them in despair..

  It was as if I was thrusting into molten honey.. She was so tight that each time I had her, I doubted I was causing her pain.. But her face simply seemed puzzled, lost in a way that I couldn't understand. And for some reason, that night was different.. Perhaps the realization of my true feelings for her made it different, but it was her as well that showed the kind of hopelessness and something that was far stronger than just lust.

  She was different, this Anastasia of mine. She was everything no one else was. All the beauty and grace, all the innocence and purity.. Mine to worship and mine to love. Oh how little did she know.. Just how damned much I loved her.

  I took in a deep, rasping breath. "Stop," I told her, and held her that way, held her close.. "Don't you dare move."

  Her eyes were dull with lust when she looked at me.. It was written all over her face. And it looked fucking beautiful on her. That yearning, that desire.. The emotions I saw behind those eyes that I couldn't manage to read.. Or focus on, on that matter. In that moment when I was so fucking deep in her that I could've lost every bit of immunity to her any second..

  "Why?" She even asked..

  "Because I might just lose all damn control I'm holding onto, Anya," And if I did, I feared I might even hurt her.. She drove me fucking insane, what did she expect my answer to be?

  But I should've known.. I should've predicted her boldness.. Her wish to have me even more mad than I already was.. I should've known what those daring eyes promised. My very salvation and ruin. Because she was the mixture of beauty and madness I longed for.. The kind I needed to survive.

  So no, Anya didn't listen to my words.. No, instead she ran her fingers tighter through my hair, looked me in the eyes and moved her hips.. She moved her hips in ways that had me on ninth cloud, with my head suddenly leaned against the headboard and eyes closed in surrender.

I lost all senses for a moment and felt her move, slowly, up and down on my shaft like she was testing my resistance. And I knew she observed and waited what I would do.. Soon I felt her breath near my face and I couldn't help but dig my fingers in that soft skin of her hips, feeling every second of that madness she created within me..

  "Lose control then," She whispered in my ear like the very temptress she was.. With a voice as soft as a siren's call, daring and filled with the same kind of insanity I was feeling..

  I looked at her just enough to see how provokingly she looked back at me, moving her hips once more.. I looked at her just for a second before I did what she wanted me to. I lost all control. With my lips suddenly against hers, I heard that sweet sound she managed to release between that gasp, pulled her closer with wrapping my arms completely around her lower back and having her take all of me in that moment.

  I moved and thrusted in her, managing to delay my own pleasure with need to feel hers first.. And damn it was hard.. Hard to find that resistance when she was so tight around me, so wet and perfect.. I had no clue how I was still holding onto my control.

  But I was holding her against me, thrusting with a rhythm now as I kissed every inch of her neck and chest and heard the delirious sounds she made.. Quiet and cut, fading into the silence and mixing with my own rasping breaths..

  She was promiscuous, this beauty of mine. For only me, but she had all that boldness and insatiability a man needed to lose his senses and mind. To lose my head and fall in love with all of her, dammit.. So fucking much that not even I was aware of it.

  I wished to satisfy her, in that moment.. I wished to see her flushed and limp against myself. And I knew what could have her lost within seconds.. The kind of roughness and control, yet mellowness and lush that she begged for.

It was her body that responded, with hips wild with lust, meeting each of my thrusts, slowly at first but then finding the rhythm that had me almost cursing out loudly.. Yet instead finding my silence in my groans against her skin, kissing and worshiping her chest and breasts and having her even closer to that ecstasy.

I moved quicker because I could no longer hold back, looking at her in this delirious moment when I found some senses to remind myself I might've been hurting her.. But saw a face flushed with pleasure, with eyes closed and lips parted, cheeks blushed and hair wild around her shoulders..

I held one arm against her back and pulled her closer, and to the sudden deepness inside her, she responded with pleasure.. Her hand from my shoulder disappeared as for she seemed to had almost lost balance, even though I was holding her..

"God, Ash," She mumbled and whispered and repeated..

Pressing her hand against the headboard of the bed behind me, she still held the other with a tight grip in my hair.. She swung her head backwards without being aware of it, having me kiss that neck and feel her melt in my arms.. Her breath cut. She was there.. Riding her way through pleasure, and losing her rhythm when it struck her..

It almost shook her whole, if I wasn't holding her as tightly against myself as I was.. And I didn't stop. No, I didn't dare to in that moment. Not even when her eyes flattered open and she trapped her lip between her teeth.. Hell, she looked at me when she that ecstasy flooded her like she had found her very salvation, gripping and squeezing my shaft as she came in pieces, while I almost exploded myself..

It was my name she repeated, breathlessly, senselessly, against my lips with eyes locked on mine, begging me not to stop.. No she couldn't even imagine what she was doing to me. With the speed and deepness I took her, with all that perfection that she was, I could've came ten fucking times, and yet still I held back just so that I could see more of that satisfaction, more of that pleasure on her face.. Moaning and repeating my name like it was the only thing she knew.. Having me lost and high on her like no other woman ever could.

I took her lips against mine, "Quiet, my love," I told her and felt her lose her way of that kiss. "Only for me, Anya.. Your words are only for me."

It was a senseless reminder we were not alone in the house, even though I was desperate to let everyone know who owned her that night and every other one before and after.. Yet, I still wished to have her moans for myself only, just like how in that moment she moved to my ear, how in that moment she had me struggling to keep quiet more than her..

And I had no clue what I had until I had it. How damned lucky I was to have all of her and own it.. To have a woman such as Anastasia Nelson, right in that moment, that night, when everyone else wished her. When it was I that got to have her and love her.. Hear words I thought my brain had failed to register..

"I love you," She said.. Through a whisper I thought I had missed and a breath I thought I had a mistaken..

It seemed like the only consciousness she had at that point, as for she was limp in my arms, still high on that pleasure with lips soft against my ear and words that she repeated twice. And yet I still struggled to believe I heard her right..

Instead, I plugged out of her with the least focus possible, because I knew I was at the verge of coming all that damned time while she was on top of me.. And so to find my senses I pushed her on her back and against the mattress.. The way she allowed me to as I held myself over her, searching her face for only a second..

Her eyes were half opened, lost and filled with eagerness that was obviously still not tamed.. And she was looking back at me with need to read me as well.. When I wanted to scream at her how she could even doubt I felt anything but adoration for her.

"I love you, Anastasia Nelson," My lips were soon against her skin, against the side of her face as I heard her release a shaky breath of relief.. "You cannot even imagine just how fucking much."

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All these 'I love you's' must be worth it.. Let's hope they are 😉

But let me know what y'all think David's intentions are, and make sure to comment what you think about these shenanigans' relationship development.. Is it really love?

Kisses, lil loves 😘 Ly lots ❤️