SebastianThe inside of Ashton’s BMW is a warm, quiet haven against the crisp winter morning. Ashton has one hand firmly on the steering wheel, but his other hand is locked tightly through mine, our fingers intertwined over the center console. Every few minutes, he lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a slow, bruising kiss against my knuckles that makes my skin tingle.I lean back against the leather seat, staring at his sharp profile. He is wearing a high collar, but I already know that underneath it, his neck is covered in the dark, heavy marks I left on him last night.A sudden, thick wave of pure, possessive desire rolls through our bond, making my heart race. We are so hopelessly, madly in love it feels almost cosmic. The sated, heavy afterglow of our lovemaking is still hovering between us, an electric current that promises last night was only the beginning.Ashton catches me staring and glances over, a deep, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest. His cyan eyes melt with a devo
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