Alpha’s Badass Mate novel

---- Ashly chuckles quietly. "Or, I could... put talcum powder in your hair dryer and pour coke over you." She breaks into giggles, and Alex exclaims his displeasure with a growl, grabbing her sides, pushing her onto her back, and starting to tickle her. Ashly struggles, shouting and laughing, almost choking, while Alex quite skillfully avoids her flying limbs, his fingers swiftly torturing Ashly's most ticklish spots.

"ALEX!" Alex halts abruptly, staring at her wide-eyed, feeling a mix of joyful admiration at the sight of this Ashly, out of breath, flushed skin, parted lips, endearing yet seductive, and regret for overdoing it. Ashly lets her head sink with relief, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Her body feels prickly and sore, and she gives Alex's shoulder a push. Damn her. Alex ducks his head in shame, but the smile stays; another plan is forming as he's facing Ashly's naked stomach.

He does not pause but instead leans in and presses his lips against Ashly, leaving a trail until Ashly's hands are holding him back. Alex gives her a questioning look, and Ashly's brow furrows. "What do you think you're doing?" ---- Alex feigns ignorance. "I thought you wanted me to stop tickling you." Ashly's eyes narrow. "Who said you could do that instead?" Alex ponders.

"Well, I wanted to make it up to you, but if you don't want me to..." He moves further away, just to be grabbed and pulled back against Ashly, now sitting upright. "Not so fast. I decided on your punishment." She wraps an arm around Alex's neck, their eyes locking, their energy shifting to tense excitement, their heartbeats speeding, and their eyes flickering towards each other's lips.

Alex can't think of a comeback; he can't think fullstop ; the pull towards Ashly is ever-present and overpowering. Even Ashly seems to have lost her wit for the moment, which Alex notices with delight, stowing it away for another time to tease him. Their mouths touch, open and moist; Alex's tongue runs along Ashly's lips in turn, tasting them; and inside, soft licks grow in pressure.

He takes her down again, sliding on top, his hands stroking her sides , her boobs, over her collarbone and neck, her ear, carding over short cut hair, and tangling in unruly, long strands while they kiss slickly and fiercely, ---- bodies growing feverish. Out of breath , heat still rising between them, their eyes meet, intense with bliss, lust, and adoration, understanding a pivotal truth between them: their longing and desire for each other.

Alex doesn't hesitate, pulling Ashly's underwear down just over her thighs and his own, not bothering to fully undress, needing just to touch, slide, and grind right there. Ashly's moan shatters Alex with pleasure , his kisses erratic on Ashly's hot, damp skin, his frantic touches all over Ashly, whose fingers are deeply pressed into Alex's hips, uncaring whether they leave marks, even hoping they will. To prove once more she's his alone.

"Ashly." Hot breath against Ashly's ear, Ashly's body under him convulsing, meeting every thrust. "Ashly." Air stuck in his throat, his chest heaving, his skin pearling with sweat, his mouth glued to Ashly's neck, a plethora of rapture unfurling. "Ashly." Mindless with passion, Ashly cries, answering, hoarse and urgent, sliding his hand down between them to grant them both release, Ashly coming just seconds before himself, harsh pants, trembling bodies glued together. He's been listening to Ashly's heartbeat calm down