I belong to you - 18+ ❤️‍🔥

Content Warning──────────────────────────This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Recommended for readers 18+. Please proceed with caution if you're sensitive to this type of material.──────────────────────────

Before any other reaction, Ashtine kissed him.

She wasn't just kissing Andres. She dominated him with her mouth, her tongue invading with urgency and hunger, and his body bowed to her will, responding before he even realized it.

The kiss carried a rush that could have frightened, but didn't. And he allowed it. Because, in that moment, there was no room for rules, no limits, not even breathing. There was only her, and that kiss that seemed to crumble the world around her.

The belonging between them was so intense that the line between what was hers and what was his was blurred. Her hands gripped his waist firmly, then slid over his warm skin, pulling him so their bodies fit together as if they had always belonged together.

His hands, still trembling, moved up her arms, feeling the tension in her muscles beneath the damp towel. He explored every contour. His fingers wove into her hair, tugging with a hunger she couldn't even imagine.

When he gave way, she took it, invading his mouth as he had invaded hers, sucking his tongue urgently, as if that were the only place capable of sating his hunger. And he surrendered, leaving control in her hands, recognizing that, in that moment, she also needed to dominate.

Her mouth swelled, her legs weakened, her heart beat wildly. Nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to what she felt there.

Because Andres was different.

He was unique.

The way he looked at her left her naked, exposed. He undressed her with his gaze, as if he knew exactly where every nerve in her body hid, as if he knew every spot that would make her moan even though he had only explored her body once before.

Every inch of her body recognized his as a call.

When she bit his lower lip, ending the kiss out of breath, she realized there was no turning back. Her skin burned with heat, her senses throbbed, and the damp towel between them was stuck to her body.

She had never felt such strong desire with anyone else.

She hadn't even imagined it could be like this.

Andres's gaze was intense, dark, deep, and seemed to want to devour her whole.

"Calm down, my mutya. You're tense," he murmured, his voice husky.

"I'm not," she lied, trying to hide it.He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"You need to relax," he said, kissing her neck and rekindling her fire.

She shook her head in denial.

"It's okay, I'll make you relax," he murmured, wresting all control from her.

For her, Andres could do whatever he wanted. Everything with him was perfect, because he was perfect.

She wanted him to take her completely. His fingers slid down the side of her neck, instantly raising goosebumps. His smile widened as he noticed her reaction, his eyes darkening, and his pupil seemed to swallow the brown of her own, a spectacle she loved to behold.

Andres's fingers roamed her skin with purpose, knowing exactly where to touch to tease, caress, and drive her wild.

Suddenly, he kissed her again, running his hand up her thigh firmly, calmly, and yet without leaving room for doubt.

"I want you to beg me," he murmured against her lips. "I want you to be so desperate that you need me to show you what it's like to be mine."

A shock coursed through her body.

Her breath hitched, and she moved against his hand, begging for more.

But Andres wouldn't give in.

He wanted to see her break first.

He wanted her to ask.

She didn't want to ask, not out loud.

But the way he pressed against the damp towel made her head spin.

"This...," he murmured against her lips. "It's not just teasing."

His mouth moved down her body, brushing her collarbone as the pressure grew between her legs.

Her body trembled.

"The wetter you get, the more your body begs for me to bury myself inside you."

She dug her nails into the back of his neck, and he let out a husky laugh.

"When that happens, you won't just want to."

Andres lifted his face, staring at her.His brown eyes seemed to want to devour her soul.

"You'll beg."

Suddenly, the orgasm took her, tore her apart.

As she recovered, he kissed her lips gently, cupping her face in his hands. Now she was the one pulling him by the waist, clinging and needy.

More needy than ever.

She knew what she needed to say.

Andres wanted to listen, wanted her to surrender completely.

But she was already at his mercy.

When the kiss ended, he paused, watching her face as if waiting for the last barrier to fall.

And she did.

When she realized how much he wanted her, to the point of being speechless.

"Dres, please," she whispered, her voice trembling.

His eyes closed for a moment, feeling the impact of her pleading voice.

"Please, what?" he murmured slyly.

"You know what."

Being so close, almost touching, was excruciating.

"I think you're going to have to tell me, my beautiful mutya."

"Take off my towel," she murmured.

"What? I didn't hear you right."

"Take off that towel!" She leaned close to his mouth. "Fuck me, Andres." "I need you to have me now."

He let out a husky sound, savoring her surrender.

There was no time to think, because he was kissing her.

A possessive kiss, wanting to leave the taste of her in his mouth.

His fingers slid beneath the damp towel, and she wasn't prepared for the heat that invaded her body.

She could barely breathe.

He smiled against her lips.

"That's it, Ash..." he whispered. "Now you understand."

She couldn't respond, only feel.She felt his fingers exploring, testing, playing as if they knew exactly what to do to make her lose control.

Why didn't he just take that damn towel off?

He slid his fingers deeper, increasing the pressure.

She arched against him.

"The wetter you get, the more you need me. This way, you must be about to want me like I'm your only desire."

Her mouth opened, speechless.

He slid his tongue from her neck to her ear.

She hadn't known desire could be like this.

So uncontrollable.

And he noticed.

He began to press even harder against her clit.

She couldn't resist.

She begged.

"Please, eat me." She kissed his lip, pulling his face down. "Please, have me now." "I want you."

"Very well, my white rose," he said, and she melted completely.

Taking his time, Andres carefully removed her towel.

His tongue didn't wait, lapping at her nipple hungrily as his fingers slid across her pussy.

She didn't hold back and pulled his towel up, completely revealing his body.

He was focused on her nipples, she was lost in him.

"You're delicious," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

She dug her nails into his back and spread her legs.

She didn't want to waste any more time.

She wanted him inside her. Now.

Sensing her eagerness, Andres finally moved, filling her space.

His muscles clenched in response, and she surrendered completely.

She heard his groan against her skin.

As if he, too, had lost control.

Every muscle tense, on fire, ready for something she never knew she needed.

He could see it in the way she arched.

Her skin burned, her heart raced, her fingers gripped his shoulders, the only thing that seemed to hold her together.

But she wasn't whole.

Andres dismantled her.

Each movement took her to something bigger.More intense.

Each touch made her lose track of time, space, and herself.

"That's it, Ash..." he murmured hoarsely. "Let me fuck you."

He quickened his pace, guiding her movements.

Her breathing was as ragged as hers.Moans muffled by his kisses.

He filled her so well she almost begged him to never leave.

She just moaned.

Andres fucked her hard.

Holding her hips, he didn't stop for a second.

She held on to keep up with the rhythm.

So much so that it took over her entire body.

Involuntary moans.

He left his hand on her neck, holding on.

"You're perfect, Ash. You're mine.""I have to make you mine until my last breath," he murmured through his teeth, accelerating even more.

She felt every stroke, every firm, deep thrust, and at the same time, she felt an unexpected sweetness in the way he held her, made her his.

Her body trembled in ecstasy and pain, a mixture that only made the fire grow.

"Scream my name, Ash," Andres demanded, his voice hoarse, thick with desire.

"Andres..." she moaned loudly.

He pressed tighter, almost as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together there, right there, in that moment.

Each thrust was a command, a promise.

She didn't know how far she could go, but she didn't want to stop.

"I'm only yours," he said, holding her face so she could look into his eyes.

"And I'm only yours," she finished, panting, her body already on the edge.

And then, together, they exploded.

Pleasure It took over, overwhelming, total.

It was as if the whole world had stopped just for them.

When they finally slowed, still entwined, their breathing heavy, their bodies sweaty and burning, Andres rested his forehead against hers.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, looking into her eyes.

She smiled, her voice still choked with the intensity of what they had just experienced.

"Better than I ever imagined."

He pulled her close, his face pressed against hers.

"I want to take care of you like this," he murmured. "Not just in the rush of being in love, but always, in every moment."

She rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling the heat that never faded.

"I want that too," she said. "Not just now, but forever."

His hands went to her hair, stroking it calmly.

"Then let's make it work," he said with a soft smile.

"Yes, we will," she said, returning a smile.

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Author's Note:

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