“Wait, d-don’t. Y-You can’t—”
“Oh, I think you’ll find I can,” he retorted, and then—
His tongue darted out.
Warm.
Wet.
Everywhere all at once, he licked me. Two fingers surging back inside, he pumped even as he found my clit and pulled it into a vacuum between his lips. Sucking until my leg finally gave out and I slid down the wall, laid out before him. A helpless puddle of desperate need, my knees fell apart, hips tilting back to give him better access. Reduced to a creature of primal instinct, I chased what he refused to give me.
Release.
“I’m going to be the first to swallow your come,” he said, forcing the lewd words into my very centre, hardly bothering to stop his assault of lips and tongue and fingers. “The only one to taste this sweet cream. Say it,” he demanded, and hooked his fingers once more, sending a tiny prickle of energy into the spot just behind my pelvic bone.
A spot that robbed me of all sense and sent the back of my skull thumping into the tiles, even as I drew him in closer with two fistfuls of inky black Caledonian hair.
“No one else,” he growled, and pulled my throbbing clit into his mouth once more. Laving it with his tongue, only to release me with a lewd, suckingpop, then said, “Only me.Ever.”
“Only you,” I rasped, hips undulating as I rode his face.
Because it was too much.
Because I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t even see anymore as he held my every muscle on the edge. His tongue lapping at tormented flesh, while his fingers worked a cruel dark magic I might not survive.
“Yours,” I gasped, unprompted, drowning in the heat dancing on the tip of his tongue. “Only yours.”
A smile spread across my mound. “My name,” he insisted, as his fingers moved in a noisy blur.
“Asher! Asher,please—”
He obliged me.
Every muscle seizing, I came with a strangled squeal. Stunned by the force, I was reduced to a twitching mass of something vaguely Mila-shaped. Torn from my body as wave after wave of electric pleasure pumped through my blood, my next breath was a sob. A hiccuping, messy sob of release and bone-deep fucking gratitude. That it was over—that such a feeling could exist at all.
“Fuuck,” he groaned, feasting between my legs. Noisy, shameless. Inky black eyes shining gold in the glow of my chains as he infiltrated my blood and dragged it out. Fingertips leaving little jolts of pure pleasure spiking through my cunt, he lapped at my delicate folds and drank down every drop. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Keep going. You’re not done yet.”
I shook my head, tears spilling over as the shower washed them away.
With one final, mortifying slurp, he shifted. Kneeling over me, he flung my legs over his hips, pausing only to strum my clit and force my orgasm to echo long after it should have ended. And then, looming over me, blunt tip poised on the edge of aching flesh, he said, “Say it again.”
Unmade, my resistance shattered, I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t stutter. Didn’t blink. “Asher,” I whispered, and damned myself with a brand that would never scrub off. “Asher. Asher. Ash—”
With toe-curling ease, he split me open and found my end. Pumping once, twice, he buried his face at my throat on the third frantic thrust. Snarling, fingers kneading at my hips where he held me still and open, I felt the harsh, familiar pinch of teeth seconds before the first pulse of elite, Caledonian seed sprayed into my depths.
I felt every heated lash.
Every pulsing, desperate jet of spilled cream as he pumped me full, just as he’d promised. Felt first through his base where he’d stretched me wide open, his cock kicked hard enough that my pussy rippled with every throbbing jet. And then through my blood, where he’d wound himself deep in a way that I might never be scourged of him. Helpless but to endure when he let his pleasure spill over that gleaming, white wall, and I fell again.
Hammered drunk on elite fumes.
Enslaved to this man who knew my every unspoken lie and felt nothing but possessive rage at the chance to mark me inside and out. Absent so much as a hint of remorse for taking what I didn’t give, Asher’s jealous poison seeped into my blood through each rope of sticky come until it became a lazy, contented sort of joy as he sluiced through the mess and played with the last dregs of my orgasm.
I was ruined.
