Paradise Found

ashe All the dreams that I’m chasing break my heart then replace it. love is all that I have, so let me love who I want A smile ghosted over Ashe’s lips with his as he held her sides tighter, as he pulled back from her enough to grin at her. Her arms curled over his shoulders, hands splaying across scars so much like hers as he claimed her mouth once more. Her lips parted against his only for him to drag the kiss away, down her jaw, her throat, her chest. Ashe’s head tipped back as he made a trail of slow, heated kisses down her body. Her entire world constricted to the touch of his lips on her skin. Everything beyond them, beyond him, was a cocoon of light and warmth. Ashe glanced down, and her breath caught as he reached the spot he’d once bitten. He was lowering her pants then, and gods, she was going to forget how to breathe with the way his eyes held hers… and he stopped. She let out a small growl of frustration as he stood, grinning that fucking grin of his. She wanted him, had been without him for too long, had been denying herself any sense of want for too long. She had half a mind to bite his lip until it bled as his mouth brushed with a teasing gentleness over hers. She wanted to kiss him deeply, taste him, lose herself in him, but he didn’t allow the contact as his calloused fingertips feathered over her bare stomach. Her breath shook onto his lips that were so close to hers. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of her pants, further - further, between her legs. She didn’t care about anything else, nothing beyond this - this moment when it was him and her and nothing between them … His lips claimed hers for his own the same moment his hand pushed down the center of her, and Ashe gasped into him, her back arching. He dragged a moan from her throat, one let out against his mouth, his tongue, and she was surviving on his breath. Gods, oh gods, her legs nearly buckled as he pushed deeper still. Lightning lashed through her veins, through the center of her as she moved on him. Kalt. She wanted to say his name, but she kissed him deeper with something that might have been a whimper as hands clawed into his back, his shoulders. Tension was building, acute and unrelenting, and she pushed against his hand with demand.