“No.”
“Mila—”
I dove into the bond like I’d never done before. Found the spot that screamed formoreand smashed it with everything I had. Unleashed every dark impulse, every wicked, depraved thought I’d never intended to share, and showed this impossible Elite exactly what brand of evil he’d bound himself to. Showed him the basest Truth I knew.
“Mila… Fucksakes, go easy—I—” Deep inside, he jumped, making me clench around his base.
Starving, I hunched forward, kissing and nipping my way to his ear, both hands straining for the gloriously taut globes of his ass.
“Ugh,fuck. Mila,” he rasped, pulling back, leaving me empty. Unfulfilled.
And that just wouldn’t do. I sank my nails into the hard muscle beneath my palms. Taking my due.
“Mila—” he grunted, hips jerking forward, plunging into me as deep as my body would allow. The contact sent lightning to my brain and with a tiny moan, I arched my hips, chasing it.
But he pulled out with a breathless laugh. Leaving me empty and clenching on painful nothingness.
I hissed, eyes snapping up to find an answer in obsidian depths—and a dark grin that tightened fallow womb.
“Is this what you need?” he rasped, and plunged home.
“Please—” My breath caught as he began to work, picking up a torturous rhythm, making sure to grind his pelvis against my clit at the bottom of every powerful stroke.
He kissed me then, lips and tongue dancing on the dangerous point of modified canines as he dragged desperate little noises from my throat.
“Goddess,” I whispered, breaking away from his lips. Gasping. Thrilled and mortified by the squelching slap of our hips meeting in this frenzy of bad decisions and ultimatums.
Settling back on his haunches, he wet his thumb between his lips, then moved those infernal circles to our joining.
Orbiting my clit with a slick digit.
But the angle struck something shallow that made me flinch, chanting“No, no, no, no!”Something that had me reaching for him with both hands.
“Shh,” he soothed, and scooped me up. Settled me astride his lap in one fluid motion that saw hands damp with sweat run down my back, and offer support. “We’re not quite ready for that.”
And then he was rocking against me, slow, using his grip on my hips to guide. Back and forth, dragging my sensitive folds along the length of his shaft. Building the tension until my eyes rolled back. Until I wanted to beg him to stop, and destroy him if he obeyed.
As if he understood, my bonded picked up the pace, positioning into me with a ferocity I couldn’t hope to match. The only thing I could do was hold on, completely lost, drowning in a lust so tangible I could taste it. Drank deep of sin and divinity and knew ambrosia.
Couldn’t take anymore. Couldn’t stop. Wanted him to push me over the edge and forgeteverythingfor a few selfish minutes in forbidden arms. But… Icouldn’t. I couldn’t forget. Not when—
“Please, Mila,” he gasped, voice breaking with the exact shade of desperate piercing my sanity. “Stay with me. You’re so close.” Asher caught my nipple between his teeth, groaning, breathing me in. “Come for me. Come on my cock. I have to feel you—”
The deep rumble of his voice, strained and cracking, took everything from me. My every muscle flexed at his command, pleasure bursting through my system, rendering resistance moot. Goddess, even the natural instinct to draw breath was a distant memory, a hopeless second to the all-consuming ecstasy ofhistouch.
I tried to cry out, tried to give voice to the moment that shattered who I’d been, but the sound got stuck in my throat. Obliterated by wave after wave of ki crashing over my senses.
Buried as deep as he could go, he drove my hips back and forth, working me into a lather. “Ugh, fuck. I’m coming,” he grated, voice a breathy, tight expletive.
I could feel his climax on my skin as clearly as I felt my own, could feel the pulse as he rocked against me. Filling me.
And in that moment, I knew the unique brand of our joint slavery, each forced to experience the release of the other until the line between pleasure and pain snapped. Confusing what was and wasn’t.
Too much!
Stars blackened my vision—but still I rode. Milking him until his orgasm ran dry. Until I could take nothing more and his spend overflowed, splashing the sheets. Soaking his balls in earnest. Without thought, I sank my teeth into the hard muscle at his shoulder, hoping it would be enough to break me away. To keep me conscious astride his thighs so I could do what came next.
He flinched, but continued to rock against me, cock throbbing and empty yet still trying to seed a barren womb. Clutching my slick, quivering body against him. As if he felt the urge to crawl as deep as he could and incinerate everything that definedself.
