Asher didn’t stop kissing her, his grip on her waist tightening as though he was anchoring her to him. He pulled her closer, so close that every breath, every heartbeat of his was pressed against her.
There was no room for thought, only the fire that spread through her veins. Possessive and demanding, his tongue teased and tasted her, coaxing an unintentional growl from her throat. Their tongues tangled heatedly, an intoxicating battle of dominance and surrender. Violet melted into him, her mind completely overwhelmed.
When he pulled back, her lips tingled, and her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. But Asher wasn’t finished.
"Where did he touch you?" Asher asked, his breath ghosting over her swollen lips.
Violet’s eyes widened, her cheeks flaming with heat. Everywhere. That was where he touched her. But she couldn’t answer that. No, she wouldn’t. No way in hell. But Asher saw through her embarrassment, a slow, wicked smirk curling his lips. His teeth glinted, his canines sharper, and longer than they should have been.
"Don’t worry," He murmured, his voice like silk and steel, "I’ll find it myself. Let it not be said you gave in to temptation and cheated on your precious Alaric. No, my little queen. I’ll take the blame. I’ll be the villain again, don’t you think?"
Before she could protest, his mouth claimed hers once more, drowning out the faint whispers of reason struggling to surface. This kiss was darker, more erotic, a deliberate push on his part to break the last of her resolve. And true to his word, Asher sought her out.
Violet flinched when his hand slid beneath her skirt, her instincts making her try to stop him. But Asher deepened the kiss, his lips and tongue drawing her into a whirlwind of sensations until resistance was forgotten.
Unlike Alaric, who was careful and gentle, Asher was raw and unrestrained. His finger found her entrance, and then he thrusted inside, claiming what had been untouched by anyone else. Violet moaned, breaking the kiss to stare at him in wide-eyed shock, her breath catching in her throat.
"I told you I’d find it," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
But she knew that wasn’t the spot he meant to find. No, Asher was claiming the other part that had been unsullied by Alaric, staking his territory with unapologetic pride. The proud glint in his eyes told her as much.
His eyes gleamed with possessiveness as he added, "Yes, my little queen, keep your eyes on me. Watch as I own you."
Her hand gripped the back of his neck tightly, her other tangling in his hair as a helpless moan escaped her lips.
"Oh God," she whimpered, her head tilting back as he thrust deeper and faster.
"Yes, my queen," Asher purred, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "Moan aloud. Do not stop on my account."
It was too much, the combination of his filthy words and the way he moved inside her. Violet buried her face against his neck, ashamed of the uninhibited sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips but unable to stop them.
Asher didn’t let up either, that single digit moving inside of her with intention, pushing her closer and closer until she was teetering on the brink. God, he would be the death of her.
"You’re close now," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Let go for me. Break for me, my little queen."
And then she did.
The pleasure hit her like the collison of a train, crashing over her in an unrelenting rush till every bone in her was broken. Violet cried out, her body tensing, her nails digging into Asher’s shoulders so hard she was sure she’d leave marks.
Asher’s gaze roamed over her, devouring every detail of her disheveled state. Her hair fell in wild tangles around her flushed face, her lips swollen. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
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