Ashton did not know how to respond to Rosalind’s eager reciprocation. Giving in, succumbing, even fainting he was accustomed to, but Rosalind had instead fought back with equal ferocity, matching him play for play. In the end, he’d struck where he knew she would be most vulnerable, and it seemed to be paying off.
He slid a finger into Rosalind’s sheath, groaning with strained pleasure at the suction and warmth. Her inner walls latched onto his finger, and Ashton could barely control himself. The mere thought of himself inside her, rather than his finger, had him gasping for breath.
“Your body wants me, Rosalind…wants me buried in you to the hilt. Feel that?” He inserted a second finger inside her. Rosalind whimpered, her head falling back and her hands clenching and unclenching on his sh
