First Time?

[ At Smith Mansion… ]

Ashton knew deep down that what he was doing was terribly wrong, but his body wasn't listening. His mind screamed at him to stop, yet he couldn't tear himself away from Sasha's fervent kisses. 

He recognized her face even through the haze of desire, but he couldn't break the spell they were under.

Sasha responded with equal intensity, but as she moaned, it was Dominique's name that slipped from her lips, not Ashton's. This only fueled Ashton's desperation, pushing him further beyond the boundaries of self-control.

He became more aggressive, his hands moving with urgency as he began to undress her. His lips trailed a path of heated kisses from her jaw down to her neck, leaving a line of burning desire in their wake. 

Sasha's back arched against the sofa, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as Ashton's palm cupped her bare breast.