STEAMY AHEAD 😈🔥
Five minutes passed before he pulled himself together, but half an hour passed before he finally pulled away from me. He lifted off my chest and lied down next to me on his pillow. I rolled over to face him. His eyes were still red, but he's no longer crying. He reached to my face and brushed away a strand of hair, looking at me affectionately.

He brushed his thumb over my lips. "I want to be your only, Davina."

I nodded, surprised we're having this conversation. "There isn't a single person in this world who could replace you. I want to be yours until my dying breath."

Ambrose chuckled. "Now, who's the poetic?" 

"I have learned from the best," I said.

His brown eyes twinkled. "What other things have you learned from me?"

My eyebrows knitted together as I pondered over his question. "Um-."

His mouth captured mine in a blistering kiss. Belonging. The only word to describe the exquisite surge of sensation that washed over me. His lips belonged on mine. Heat flooded my core as his large hands cupped my cheeks, thumb stroking my jaw as he kissed me with a shocking disparity of tenderness and hunger.

His tongue slicked over mine, one sweet stroke, then another, before he eased his mouth away. Ambrose's thumb softly grazed my bottom lip while his gaze burnt with intensity. "I want to have sex with you... I want to become one with you."

It wasn't a secret that I was a horny bitch. But having sex right now? With everything going on... With all the emotions Ambrose had gone through in the past few hours... It just didn't seem like the perfect time. I don't want his sad emotional state to cause him to act irrationally.

My pulse accelerated as his sentence lingered between us. "Ambrose... I've been wanting to sleep with you since the day we met but are you sure tonight is the night?"

Ambrose teased me with soft kisses on the side of my neck, angling his body so I would be sure to feel his growing hard-on protruding from his trousers. He's corrupting me; using his magic feathery touch on my body as if he was performing a spell.

He pulled away for a second. "I know what you must be thinking..." Ambrose sighed, raking his fingers through his jumbled locks. "But I'm not acting out because of the situation with my father. If I'm being honest... I want to erase everything that happened tonight, but everything before dinner was perfect. I had my girlfriend by my side, looking as sexy as ever, and they wrecked it. He ruined so many of my good days, but I don't want him to have that power anymore. I want to remember today because we opened ourselves up in an intimate way, not because he punched me in the face."

I scooted up and kissed Ambrose's neck.

He tensed, and then a chuckle escaped his lips. Low and mocking. "So, is your answer yes?"

I lifted my head and met his eyes. They're heavy-lidded, hazy. I nodded. "Mmm, it is."

Flutters swirled in my belly as his fingers grazed over the two spaghetti straps on my shoulders, slowly letting it slip my body. His nostrils flared when my skimpy beige push-up bra was revealed. Holding his gaze, I brought my hands to the front, slowly pulling the sticky material off my breasts.

Ambrose sucked in a breath. He's seen my boobs before. He's seen me naked, actually. Multiple times, but the hunger in his eyes, the glittering admiration... it's like he's looking at me for the first time. I wiggled out of material and panties, lying calmly on the bed, naked. The bulge in his trousers grew, hardened into a long, thick ridge that pushed up against the fabric.

I unbuttoned the top of his shirt and yanked it over his head while his hand cupped my breast. His fingers teased me, pinching my nipples, and sending a string of pleasure to my core. I whimpered at his touch, arching my back, needing more. Ambrose had a way of playing my body like a fiddle, torturing me until I'm a mess of moans and whimpers.

Catching him off guard, I pushed him onto his side of the mattress and straddled his waist. With deep breaths, I unbuttoned his trousers and yanked both them and his boxers down until my prize made an appearance. Ambrose's hard cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach and making my mouth go dry.

My eyes zeroed in on the straining, pulsating cock in front of me. I wrapped my hands around it, making Ambrose hiss from my touch as I marveled at the sheer size of what he's working with. Licking my lips, I looked up and meet Ambrose's fantasized gaze. His mouth hung open, taking in the sight and feel of me as his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

The sexual temptress within me came alive. I slowly moved my hand, pumping him once.

Ambrose threw his head back with a growl. "Fuck."

With a devilish smile on my lips, I jerked him off slowly at first. Ambrose tipped his chin down, watching me with a ferocious obsession as his hand landed on my waist. Within seconds, he flipped us over so his large, muscular body caged mine.

"As much as I love watching you fuck my cock, tonight is all about you. The only time I wanna see you cry is from pleasure. That's my mission, tonight," he growled, causing my body to flush pink.

Mesmerized by his actions, I watched as Ambrose kissed the tops of my breast. "How did I get so fucking lucky?" I don't have time to answer before he dipped forward and latched onto a hard nipple, teasing me with the give and take of light pressure to suck on it.

"Oh, fuck." I threw my head back.

He chuckled lightly, nibbling on my tender peak before soothing the sting with a lap of his tongue. I moaned louder, intertwining my hands in his hair, guiding him to the other nipple. He gladly gave it attention, sucking and biting, sending fiery pulses straight to the bottom of my belly.

Without another word, he ducked between my legs and began raining a trail of soft, feathery kisses over my aching pulse and along my inner thighs. His tongue slicked over my clit, hot and greedy. But Ambrose did what he did best. He teased me. He licked, he sucked, so slowly, so fucking slowly. I was losing my mind.

I growled in frustration. "Babe..."

He smirked, removing his warm mouth. "What?"

"Please..." I begged.

"Please what?" He said with a hint of innocent in his tone.

"I hate you so much right now!" I giggled, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so desperate.

"Don't worry baby, I'll have you loving me in seconds," he rasped, making my clit wetter by the second. 

He rubbed tiny circles around my sensitive flesh, gentle but firm, before sliding his finger lower to ease the moisture pooling in my core. The groan he let out raced up my spine. "Oh fuck. You're so wet."

I was. The ache between my legs was getting worse, throbbing harder as ripples of pleasure danced inside me. When he added a second finger, I cried out, and a wild look flashed in his brown irises.

"Holy shit! This feels amazing!" I giggled like a manic mixed with a few moans.

He paused and met my gaze with a fierce severity. "If my fingers feel amazing, I wonder how your body will react to both my fingers and mouth." With those final words, he dove, his tongue taking a lavish lick at my core.

His tongue swirled around my clit, hitting the most sensitive spot before plunging deep. The thing that had me gripping his head was when he closed his lips around my sensitive nub, drawing it into his mouth with tantalizingly, gentle suction. His fingers pumped into my slickness at just the right angle. My hips strained to meet him, throbbing for more.

"Ah yes! I'm so fucking close, babe! Please don't stop!"

Ambrose growled against my core and added a third finger to my aching core. He pumped harder, faster while frenziedly twirling and flicking his tongue. I could feel the electrifying waves of pleasure hitting the pit of my stomach as my muscles started to tighten.

"That's it, babe." Ambrose hummed encouragement. "Come for me. Let me taste that sweet release, don't hold anything back."

Pleasure shot up my spine and surged through my bloodstream, and when he sucked one last time, my mind fragmented into a million pieces.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I moaned loudly, my thighs trembling around Ambrose's head.

He groaned as I convulsed against his face, his tongue and finger working me through the orgasm. When the last tremor left me, I fell flat against the mattress, floating through a new state of exhilaration.

Ambrose lifted his head. "I love making you come," he mumbled. "It's so fucking hot." His finger slid out, then in again, and an aftershock of pleasure sizzled through me. "Just look at how fucking wet you are."

After sucking off all my juices from his fingers, he smashed his lips to mine with a frenzied passion. He broke the kiss, his hands frantically searching my top drawer on the night table for something.

"Where do you keep the condoms?" he asked, sweat glistening on his forehead from all the hard work he had put in moments earlier.

Shit. Usually, I had a stack on me at all times, but with Ambrose being my fake boyfriend for the past months; I had to resort to using my vibration and never restocked them. Thank god, I've been on the pill since I was eighteen.

My head fell back on a sob. "Honestly, I don't have any, but I'm on the pill and I'm clean," I panted. "I just need you so bad. So bad."

Ambrose placed a quick peck on my bare shoulder. "I'm all clean, too. D, Jesus, are you going to let me fuck you bare?" My heart galloped at a breakneck speed when he lowered his muscular body over mine. His lips brushed my temple. Softly. Sweetly.

"You sure about this?" he whispered.

I gazed up at him, his loving stare melting me completely. "Yes."

Ambrose smiled and kissed me gently, turning my heart into goo in the palm of his hands. His feature was taut in concentration as he brought his erection to my opening. Carefully, he slid his dick between my soaked lips. He's barely in and I'm already weeping and wincing at the stinging pain of him stretching me. His cock was a lot bigger than the three fingers he just had inside me.

"Are you okay?" His voice was husky, laced with concern. "Do you want me to go slower?"

"Oh, God, no," I whined, biting my lip. "I want to feel all of you."

Ambrose's eye locked with mine for extra confirmation and I nodded before his mouth found mine in a sweet, tender kiss. A gasp escaped my lips as he plunged deep, the jolt of pain taking me by surprise. I screamed at the painful intrusion, throwing my head back against the pillow, and suck my nails into his shoulders.

Ambrose sucked in a deep breath, his forehead creased as he gritted his teeth. "Goddamn! You're so fucking tight, D." His erection inched out, just slightly, then glide back in.

Pleasure shot through me. "Do that again."

"You sure? I'm trying to give you time to adjust."

"I promise. I'm good!"

He took the lead and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he slowly trusted in and out of me. Each stroke of his dick made me tremble around him, my walls clenching in an attempt to adjust to his size. I held on tight, digging my fingers into his strong back.

Lust-filled moans slipped from my lips and my eyes rolled back. "Ambrose."

"Wrap your legs around me," Ambrose's raspy voice ordered.

I do, and the angle changed immediately, deeper contact, locking our bodies tighter than before. He filled me, over and over again, each long stroke intensifying the ache inside me until every square inch of skin was hot and tight and screaming for relief. My clit was swollen, aching. I reached between us and rubbed it, and the extra stimulation was glorious. 

Ambrose's elbows rested on either side of my head as he increased the pace, his hips jerking forward, his lips latched on mine as if he couldn't bear not kissing me. When he hit a spot deep inside, the tension exploded in an orgasm so intense I didn't even make a sound. I arched my spine and slammed my eyes shut, my breath caught in my throat, my lips glued to his.

He sped up, chasing his own release and stroking the blissfully fiery flames inside me. The aftershocks from my orgasm shivered through me, making my insides quake around Ambrose's straining dick.

Ambrose's body tensed, his mouth falling open, and his breathing rapidly increased.

Falling forward, a vicious shudder rippled through Ambrose's body. "Oh, fuck." He slammed in one last time. His back, damp with sweat, trembled beneath my palms as he grunted in release.

His heart hammered against my breasts, and I felt smug because I had him losing control and groaning loudly as if the world had vanished. Ambrose collapsed beside me, resting his head on his elbow, and staring at me with those great, big, brown, eyes.

My heart constricted, then swelled, overflowing with emotion. This guy continued to surprise me. On his toughest days, when everything seemed lost, he waved the clouds away for the sun to enter. He's a better person than I am, better than he gave himself credit for. And if I wasn't sure about it before then I'm damn well sure of it now.

I love him.

I love him so fucking much.

It's fucking scary nevertheless. I'm so afraid of it happening again. I'm afraid of being vulnerable, giving him my heart, only to have him throw it back in my face. Like Colton did.

Ambrose kissed the top of my head and just as he was about to tighten his arms around me, my hotel room bell rang. With a confused arched brow, I got up from my safe place and grabbed the robe hanging on my door. It was almost three in the morning. Who the hell wanted to have a chit-chat at the brick of dawn?

My eyes narrowed from the vibrant light coming from the hallway. A lump formed in the back of my throat as uneasy tension crept up into the pit of my stomach taking in Milo's appearance; tousled hair, black and red bathrobe, stress lines written on his forehead.

"Hey, Davina." His voice was low. "Do you happen to know where Ambrose is? I've been trying to reach him."

My heart pounded. "Yeah, we've been sleeping, I-I'll go get him."

"No need!" Ambrose grinned, rushing over to my side, fully clothed. "Hey, Milo, what's up? It's a little too early to be hanging around or did you just come from a party?"

From Milo's stoic demeanor, I knew this was bad. I'm fucking scared. Palm sweating, heart racing, lung burning.

Milo rubbed his chin. "Ambrose... I don't know how to tell you this..."

Ambrose's face turned as white as a sheet of paper. "What?"

Milo sighed. "Your dad, he had an accident a few hours ago."

An agonized gasp rippled from his throat. "Huh? He's in the hospital? Where? I'll go check if h-." Before he could exit through the door, Milo lifted his hand, blocking him from leaving.

Milo shook his head. "No, no. Stop."

Confusion flickered through his eyes as he tried to push through Milo's arm. "What do you mean stop? I have to go make sure he's alright."

I knew what Milo was going to say next.

Milo knew what he was going to say.

But watching Ambrose, stare hopelessly around, confused as a fucking daisy, waiting for a response nearly shredded my heart in half. Purity shined in his eyes, his chest rising up and down, the silence only making all of us grow uncomfortable.

"Ambrose... he didn't make it," Milo mustered, barely speaking louder than a whisper. "He died on the scene. I'm so sorry, Ambrose." He dropped his hand on his shoulder, a sense of reassurance even though all Ambrose could do was stare at the ground.

😈well at least he's dead right??😬 I wonder how Ambrose is going to take this... How do you think he's going to react?

Love you guys and can't wait to read your comments! ❤️