The tension between them was unbearable, thick like a storm cloud ready to burst. It was hunger, desperation, and something far darker that neither of them dared to name. Ashton’s grip on Vivie’s waist was bruising, his fingers digging into her flesh as if he was barely restraining himself from losing all control. His dark eyes burned into hers, a silent demand, a warning—yet she couldn’t find it in herself to step back. She didn’t want to. She craved the heat of him, the possessiveness, the way he made her feel like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His lips crashed onto hers without preamble, rough, bruising, claiming. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a fight for dominance she was destined to lose. But that was the thing—she didn’t want to win. She wanted to be conquered, wanted to be his in every way possible.

"Fuck, Vivie," Ashton growled against her lips, his breath hot, his hands greedy as they explored her body with unchecked hunger. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Her body trembled beneath him, a mixture of anticipation and sheer need surging through her veins like fire. She gasped as he pushed her down into the mattress, his weight a sinful cage that she had no desire to escape from. He was everywhere—his scent, his heat, his presence consuming every last bit of her sanity.

"Ashton," she whimpered, her voice breathless, desperate.

His responding growl sent shivers down her spine. "Say it again."

"Ashton."

His name was barely past her lips before he yanked her closer, his hands sliding up her bare thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh. "You want this?" His voice was a dark whisper against her ear, a promise of pleasure and destruction intertwined. "You want me to ruin you?"

Vivie’s nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes," she breathed. "Please."

A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. "Beg for it."

She exhaled shakily, her pride hanging by a thread, but the ache between her thighs was unbearable, the need all-consuming. "Please, Ashton. Fuck me."

Something inside him snapped.

His mouth devoured hers once more, his kiss searing, punishing, his tongue staking its claim just as thoroughly as his hands. He stripped her bare, each article of clothing discarded in haste, until she lay beneath him, utterly exposed, vulnerable in a way she had never been before.

"So fucking perfect," he murmured, his fingers tracing over every curve, every dip of her body like he was memorizing her.

Her breath hitched as his hands slid lower, teasing, tormenting, pushing her to the brink without giving her what she so desperately needed. When his fingers finally touched her, spreading her open, she let out a soft, broken moan.

"You're soaking," he rasped, satisfaction thick in his voice. "All this for me?"

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing, but he wasn’t having it. He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Answer me, Vivie. Who made you this wet?"

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping. "You."

His smirk was pure sin. "Damn right."

His fingers dipped inside her, slow, torturous, stretching her inch by inch, coaxing moans from her lips as he fucked her with them, his thumb circling her clit in a way that had her thighs trembling.

"Ashton—" Her back arched, her body begging for more, but he didn’t rush. He took his time, watching her unravel beneath him, enjoying every second of it.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, licking them clean with a groan. "You taste fucking divine."

Her stomach clenched at the sight, heat pooling between her legs. "Ashton—"

He silenced her with another bruising kiss before positioning himself between her legs, his cock thick, hard, pressing against her entrance, teasing her, stretching her inch by inch as he pushed in.

Vivie gasped, her nails raking down his back as he filled her completely, stretching her open with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Fuck," Ashton gritted out, his forehead pressed against hers. "You’re so fucking tight."

She whimpered, her body adjusting to his size, her walls fluttering around him. "More."

His jaw clenched. "Careful what you wish for, sweetheart."

And then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt, pulling a loud cry from her lips. He set a brutal pace, each thrust deep and punishing, claiming her in a way that left no doubt—she was his.

"You're mine, Vivie," he growled against her ear, his hand gripping her throat lightly, just enough to make her gasp. "Say it."

Her body trembled, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her. "I'm yours."

He groaned, slamming into her harder. "That's fucking right."

She shattered around him, pleasure crashing over her in waves, her body convulsing as he fucked her through it. His pace never faltered, his thrusts rough, relentless, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her quivering body. He owned her, body and soul, and she had never wanted anything more.

Vivie gasped, her fingers tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, desperate to drown in him. Their mouths met again, tongues clashing, the taste of desperation thick between them. Ashton groaned into her mouth, his control slipping as he pounded into her, lost in the feeling of her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.

"Fucking perfect," he breathed, his forehead pressed against hers, sweat dripping from his brow. "I could stay buried in you forever."

She whimpered, too lost in the pleasure to respond, her body quaking beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders, holding onto him like he was her only lifeline.

With a final, deep thrust, Ashton groaned her name, his own release tearing through him as he claimed her completely, filling her with his warmth. He collapsed against her, their bodies tangled, chests heaving, the aftermath of their passion thick in the air.

He didn’t move, didn’t let her go. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her pressed against him as his breathing evened out. He kissed her shoulder, slow, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened between them.

Vivie didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. She simply let herself sink into him, into the reality that she was completely, irrevocably his.