Ashton’s POV
Her lips are soft, plump and taste of sweet strawberry laced with the salt from her tears. My grip around her slim waist tightens as I pull her flush against my body, feeling her soft curves mould to my hard lines. My hand cradles her cheek before sliding back around the nape of her neck, anchoring her in place as I trace my tongue along the crease of her mouth. I feel her stiffen in surprise as though she’s unfamiliar with what is going on. The thought of my kitten being that innocent sparks a deep primal need inside of me. I tease her lips again, feeling her slowly melt underneath my touch until she finally responds, opening her mouth to me.
I sweep inside, sliding my tongue coaxingly against hers. Her movements mimic mine, they are hesitant at first but as I deepen the ki
