I inhale shakily, air trickling in slow through flared nostrils, chest trembling. My lungs burn from the strain and my body pulses from the effort, every sense hyper-focused on this—him inside me, his gaze locked on mine, Kayden buried in my body from behind.
Asher holds me there a little longer, watching. Studying.
"Good girl," he murmurs.
Then he pulls back just enough to let me gasp before plunging in again. The second hold is longer. Tighter.
My pulse stutters. My skin flushes.
I feel like I'm floating and falling all at once, breath slowing, thoughts dissolving. The only anchor is him. His cock in my throat. His hand on my neck. His voice.
"Again," he orders, not releasing me. "Breathe."
I obey, desperate and trusting.
The pressure builds again in my lungs, but I fight the panic, because I want this. I want him to control it all. My breath. My pleasure.
My life in his hands.
When he pulls out this time, I gasp raggedly, tears at the corners of my eyes from the lack of air, but I never once look away. And neither does he.
Asher brushes his thumb along my cheekbone.
"Perfect," he says. "You'll take what we give you. When we give it. You'll let us."
He thrusts forward again, shallow at first, then deeper, and holds.
My world narrows to the stretch in my throat once more, the grip on my neck, the grounding weight of Kayden's cock buried inside me, pulsing with anticipation.
I whimper, breath trembling through my nose again.
Kayden growls, hands tightening on my hips. "Fuck, she's soaked," he rasps. "I can feel her. She's loving every second of this."
Asher doesn't smile. He's beyond that. A god playing with power, breath, life.
And I let him. I want him to.
He withdraws just far enough for me to take in another ragged breath, then slides back in, holding,holding, until my hands tremble.
I blink up at Asher, tears welling from surrender.
"You're doing beautifully," he says. "Just like that. Let me control it. Let me take everything."
He repeats the cycle, each thrust longer, each breath break shorter. His hips are slow and brutal with purpose. No haste or chaos, only total, practiced domination.
My vision blurs. The heat between my legs pulses in time with the tightness in my throat. I moan around him, unable to move, unable to do anything but exist inside their grasp.
Kayden growls softly beneath me. "Fuck, watching you like this…"
His voice is tight, but he doesn't interrupt. He won't. This is Asher's moment.
And Asher takes it.
His breath hitches. His control frays. I feel it in the twitch of his hand in my hair. The slight tremble in his abdomen as he pushes in one last time, deep and still.
He holds my head gently, both cradling and claiming, as he releases into me with a low, drawn-out exhale that sounds like victory.
I swallow instinctively, still held in place, eyes fluttering shut. Every part of me shakes with the aftermath, my breath ragged, my body spent.
