“Holy fuck,” I gasped when I finally stopped trembling. Asher kept his mouth on me through the entire orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible, using my body to get exactly what he wanted.
What we both wanted.
He lifted his head, still kneeling between my legs, his arms holding me up while I was angled back against the wall. His chest rumbled as he stared, and I couldn’t stop from touching his marks. Especially the crown that mirrored my own crown in so many ways. Asher groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before he reached out and palmed my ribs, closing his hand over my entire tattoo.
It was getting too emotional for me; I was struggling to keep my distance, so I launched myself at him, knocking him back on his ass in the shower. Before he could ask what the hell I was doing, I straddled him, water beating across us.
Asher’s hands went to my hips, the grip hard enough that a strangled moan escaped. I was already rocking my body against his. Asher was not a small guy, and it had been a while for me, but thankfully the two orgasms had prepped me well, and in slow increments I sank down onto him, sighing at that feeling of fullness.
Pleasure spiraled out through every limb.
“Gods,” he groaned. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Shut up,” I said roughly, not wanting to be reminded of the distance between us. If he wanted to end this sex before it even began, he was going the right way.
Deliberately, I tightened my body, bringing him even deeper inside. His eyes fluttered again as his grip strengthened on my hips. By instinct alone, I started to move, rocking my hips to what felt good, searching for one moment of happiness … something to fill the emptiness.
I’d told Asher to fuck me, but somehow I ended up riding him slowly, rocking back and forth until both of us were panting and rapid little moans fell from my lips. Asher respected my wishes, saying nothing, but his eyes were drowning with emotion.
What emotion, I had no idea, but it was a far cry from the cold façade he’d been showing me for so long. My legs started to tingle, the tension in my lower belly tightening.
“Asher,” I whispered, and he responded by lifting one of his hands, tangling it up in the back of my hair and pulling my face down to his lips. This changed our angle, and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me, the sort of pleasure that should kill a person detonating across my body.
Kissing Asher was like coming home, and I wasn’t ashamed to say that tears mixed with the shower water as he groaned my name and came as well, the kiss going on long after we were done.
Now let him go.
Drawing on the strength I’d learned to build inside over the last months, I lifted my head, staring down at him for only a minute. Then, not that gracefully—fuck you, demigod genetics, you were supposed to fix that shit—I slid off Asher, my body tightening at the sensation of his dick scraping across every raw nerve ending.
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “You should go, Ash,” I said softly, using his nickname to soften the command even though I really didn’t owe him that. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and we have to be up early.”
Don’t look. Don’t you fucking dare look.
Of course I looked. Only a saint wouldn’t take in the long, hard, golden limbs of the Atlantean. Not to mention all the ink that I wanted to trace with my mouth and my hands and…
“Go!” I said, harsher.
Asher lifted himself up slowly, the muscles of his chest flexing as he got to his feet. Even though we’d just had sex and both of us had come, he didn’t look like he was done. Not judging by the hard length of him still begging for my attention.
“You want me to go?” he asked, voice low and … emotionless.
No.
“Yes. Please leave so I can get some sleep.”
I was dismissing him like he was a tawdry one-night stand, not the love of my life, but I was too confused to deal with this right now. I needed some time and distance.
For a moment, I didn’t think he was going to go, but then he turned and left, not even bothering to grab a towel. Knowing Asher, he wouldn’t give a shit about wandering around naked. His confidence was both annoying and one of his best traits.
As I heard the bedroom door slam closed, I fell to my knees again, sobs rocking through me. This time, there was no one there to catch me.
37
“Well, that was a mess,” Princeps Jones said late the next day, his face a little weary despite vampire genetics making it impossible for him to actually look bad.
The trial had been a shitshow of the worst kind. Riots by Chellie and Kate’s families, an all-out brawl that Asher had effectively stopped with a few punches and some magic, and then the final decision placing both girls in the prison system for ten years. A blip in the life of a supernatural, but the howls of their families told a different story.
I’d actually felt a little bad for both of them. Their time in the system had clearly not been easy, judging by their pale faces and bloodshot eyes. Neither of them looked like the stunningly beautiful popular chick any longer. They looked tired and beaten down.
