But that brand of insanity couldn’t last.
Face tucked against my throat, he pinched my pulse between his teeth once more, and said, “Fucking perfect, Mila,” in a voice I scarcely recognized. “Perfect.”
Chapter 16
We stayed like that—me astride his thighs, cheek pressed to his shoulder as a thin trail of blood ran down his chest—for time undetermined. Twitching and breathing together, until my actions caught up to my thoughts. Uncomfortable both inside and out, I squirmed, making an embarrassing littlesquelchbubble out around our joining.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, kissing my collarbone. Grip tightening with the sort of territorial possession I’d only known from the queen of the wood.
“I’m… sticky.”
He chuckled, easygoing and light. Punctuated by his cock kicking deep inside me—not as big as it had been moments before, but not quite exhausted either. “Sticky and disheveled and sexy,” he purred, and grasped my thighs, pausing to kiss first left nipple, then right before proceeding to dump me on my back. Following me down without being evicted from my sticky, slippery walls. “And I’m not done with you yet.” A gentle thrust before he licked my bottom lip. “Don’t know if I’ll ever be done.”
“Youcan’tbe serious,” I whispered, oversensitive and overworked. Halfway to limp, even as I set branded hand to his chest and felt that depraved tension begin to build anew.
He buried his face in my hair, inhaling. “’Fraid not.This”—he ground against the swollen bead throbbing at my apex—“is something I’m finding impossible to resist.”
A whine crackled between my lips. “A-Asher, please—”
“Mmm.” He caught my earlobe between his teeth, breath coming hot against my nape. “And there’s my name on your lips.”
I shivered, gasping when he ground his pelvis into my clit, when I felt him shiver in turn when my inner muscles flexed around his length. And when he kissed me, pinning me to sodden mattress as he played in the abundant mess gathered between my thighs, I was helpless to doanythingbut embrace it. Submit to base need, and lose myself.
“Feels so good,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. Voice a splintered, broken thing born of desperate need. A thing that revived. That made me forget everything but surging hips and left resistance to sulk in an abandoned corner at the back of my mind. All but forgotten as he worked for another dazzling finish.
Honest work, in spite of tarnished origins, for when a bead of sweat trickled over his cheek, I watched. Entranced. Watched it get lost in the shadow of beard scruff before tracing the edge of his jaw.
Tangling my fingers at his nape, I pulled him down. Caught the wandering bead on the flat of my tongue, and lingered. Reveling in the rasp of day-old beard and the salty blend of sex and taboo indulgence that exploded on my palate.
I hummed, savoring that sinful nectar and the perverse thrill it sent echoing through my nethers. Tasted likemore.
And so it was that I was taken unaware by the inky gaze affixed to my face. Failed to note the look of complete shock scrawled across his handsome, hated features or that he’d gone still. Buried to the root.
Something incomprehensible came from his lips, and he kissed me, right hand sliding down to knead my hip as he redoubled his efforts. Fucking me into the mattress with reckless abandon, my captain was the first to tremble. The one who lost his grip on his precious control and slipped, striving for completion.
But I wasfarfrom immune. Seduced by the drive of thickening cock and sheer crushing weight of pressure building in his balls, I moved with him. Hips undulating, trying to draw him out and contain his release. To make it mine, along with everything else before he took it back and sent me spinning into bliss.
“I can’t—” he gasped, hips jerking erratically, eyes squeezed shut. “Can’t stop.” And then, forehead falling to the sheets beside my cheek, lips scraping at my pulse, he lost it. “I’m gonna come. Oh, my fuck. Come with me, Mila. Please—”
Not quite there, but selfish enough to use any advantage I could, I sunk into the bond and let him take me. Drank from that unraveling, glittery spot pulsing within him and tipped my hips back. Letting him grind against my swollen bean as he started to break. As he twitched and jerked, gasping against my skin, sluicing through sopping wet, welcoming flesh. And when he stopped, buried to the hilt, it was enough.
Insides splashed with wave after wave of potent, euphoria-laced ki, I bucked. Milking him with clenching, greedy cunt. Heels locked and secured behind his thighs, I held him hostage as he filled me again. Kept him within me even after he had nothing left, and each contraction ofmyclimax drew only empty shudders and hitching breath. Wringing him utterly dry.
Heart pounding into my chest, he remained. Even when the sensation became too much, and the head of his glans begged relief, he remained. Allowing me to finish, to use him up and find complete, twitching satisfaction.
And when he began to soften, easing the tension on my stretched walls, the slow retreat was… unwelcome. Shockingly so.
“That was—” he licked me from collarbone to jaw, withdrawing and shifting his weight to the mattress at my side, then shook his head. “I don’t have the words to describe what that was.”
Neither did I.
At least, none I was willing to speak aloud. Not tohim, no matter the aftershocks, or the vulnerability taking root between us. The affinity.
Reverent, he cupped my far breast in a large palm. Dwarfing the modest swell, he passed his thumb over tender nipple, smirking against my temple when I flinched. He seemed to enjoy the involuntary shudder that bowed my spine and set my hands to his wrist. Planting a chaste kiss at the corner of my lips, he wound his left leg over and between mine. Pressing pubic hair matted with our mutual spend against my hip, he bathed me in warmth.
I don’t know how long we lay there, wrapped in a cocoon of sticky heat and wandering fingers. Neither speaking for fear of shattering this quiet, stolen moment. But it was long enough for something horrid to find its way beneath my skin. An insidious nestling that curled around my lungs, and set poisoned barbs to anchor and burrow. Long enough for the whispers to creep in and infect me with a different sort of tension. One that tore down the untruths I’d built to sustain myself.
It would be so easy to stay here… with him. So easy to let him wrap me in luxury and forget the debt I owed but couldn’t repay.
