Aching to be filled—to befucked, hard and rough and filthy—by the man I hated most.
He tossed me onto the bed, laughing at my wordless squeal, and was on me before I could even attempt to retreat. Straddling my hips, he pinned me to the sheets. Both of us wet. Skin prickling. Too hot.
And then he guided my wrists up, securing both above my head before he dipped to pull my nipple into the searing heat of his mouth.
“Please,” I whimpered, and my thighs fell apart. An invitation I didn’t mean to give but couldn’t take back. Not with the phantom of Carina’s energy in the bed between us. Not when his hips notched into place and he swapped one beaded tip for the other.
A click ratcheted into place. Twin bands of cold steel banded about my wrists.
Handcuffs.
Affixed to his bed frame.
“Sweet dreams, little empath,” he whispered—and abandoned me in a puddle of shameful wet. Pussy weeping for just ahintof attention. A tiny push that might offer relief, a sip of mercy now that his point was well and truly made.
Instead, he pulled the covers back and flicked them over us both. Rolling to his stomach, one arm disappeared beneath a pillow.
He fell asleep with a smirk set to his lips. Naked, hair tousled, curling at the ends as it dried.
I watched the moon pass across dimpled glass, and when I did manage to claim sleep, my dreams were anything but sweet.
12
Adull, thumping ache throbbed in my temples as sunlight warmed my eyelids. Insulting in its intensity.
I squinted against the offense, pressing my face deeper into the pillow and exhaled.
Horrible breath bounced back in my face.
Teeth coated in a fuzzy layer, I swallowed and tasted something foul. Groaning, too hot, I tried to roll and was caught up by the handcuffs binding my wrists. By a weight draped over my hip. My ribs.
Asher.
Wrapped all around me, he slept. Oblivious, his left hand cupping my breast, his front aligned with my back, he was hard.
Achinglyso.
Twitching where he was pressed against the curve of my bottom, I could feel a drop of wetness both slimy and sticky pooled against my skin.
And before I could choke it down, I whimpered. Hypersensitive, sopping wet from a sleepless night of torment, my eyesburnedwith exhaustion. And my stomach—roiling and empty—snarled. Twisting around nothing, screaming to be filled only half as loud as the need to feel that thick length spearing into me—
Teeth clenched, I tried to reach for my shield and found a wall of elite energy instead.
Banked and sleepy… a veritable buffet of dark flames ripe for the picking.
Salivating, I pressed into him. Back flexing, I pulled at his essence. Just a sip… a single… harmless taste to dispel my appetite before I begged him for something to eat…
I rolled my neck, face pressed into the pillow to drown my sigh as I reached for the burn and found it sweet.
An ambrosia that grew all the sweeter with every passing second, until I couldn’t stop.
Drinking in a single, unending gulp that bypassed the empty pit in my stomach, I gorged myself on all things Asher.
He sucked in a stuttering breath.
Stretched.
Groaned.
