What I feel is completely overwhelmed, and my entire focus is narrowed to two points on my body: where he’s thrusting up into my pussy, and where I wish his fangs were still piercing my neck.
My wish is partly granted moments later when his lips go back to that same sinful spot, but he simply kisses and sucks, barely scraping his teeth over it in the worst sort of tease I’ve ever experienced. I don’t have the mental capacity to be embarrassed about the needy whimper that escapes my lips, but this is Asher, so I don’t need to be.
His hands grip my hips as he takes control, flipping me to my back and pounding into me with ruthless strokes. My whimper turns to a moan.
Writhing beneath him, I try to slow his pace, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s sparking in me, but he’s having none of it.
“I don’t think so, little shifter. I know you’re almost there,” he says, and his husky voice devastates me. My heart swoops in my chest, stuttering before picking up its pace.
Adjusting the angle, he reaches new depths, and my orgasm looms overhead, barely out of reach.
“So tight and wet. Perfect, my perfect girl,” he growls into my ear. “Give it to me, Raya. Show me how good you are.”
“Oh, fuck. Asher.” I’m panting, chanting, maybe even praying, I have no idea.
“Come for me, little shifter.”
His fangs scrape down my neck once more and stars explode in my veins. I scream my pleasure, never having felt anything like it before as the orgasm obliterates me, and my entire body pulses. My senses are hazy, my mind in the stars as bliss smothers me. In another realm, I feel him meeting my climax with his own, hear his groan of release, sense his hands stroking my hips.
It’s to that tender, affectionate touch as I start to come back to earth that my world darkens, and I black out.
“What the—”
My eyes blink open and it takes me a groggy moment to reconnect with reality. I’m lying in Asher’s bed, wrapped up in his arms with a blanket covering us both.
“Welcome back,” he says, and I can hear, practicallyfeelthe satisfaction in his voice.
“Blessed Moon, I did not just pass out from the best orgasm of my life.”
I twist around to face him and am not at all surprised by his smug expression.
“Oh, you most certainly did,” he says, voice playful. “And you’re welcome. Also the vampire venom may have had something to do with it, some people respond more strongly than others.”
I laugh and smack his chest, then hold up my perfectly healed hand.
“That’s wild,” I say.
He drops a kiss to my knuckles in reply and I shake my head. It’s going to take some getting used to, that’s for sure. I never realized how much Zuri kept from me about being a vampire. Not that I’d want my friend to be licking me or anything… Then again, maybe she doesn’t know. Licking a wound would mean licking blood, and her family is vehemently against that, so perhaps it’s not something she considers an option, even if she did know.
My thoughts are interrupted when my stomach rumbles. And rumbles. And rumbles some more. My cheeks, then my neck and ears heat up, until I’m fairly certain my whole body is going to be tinged pink at this rate.
“Let’s get you some food,” Asher says with a chuckle, sitting us both up and then tossing me a clean shirt from his dresser.
I don’t want to wait for him to make anything, nor do I feel like cooking myself, so I snag some fruit and a yogurt cup from his fridge.
“So… Last night was pretty crazy,” I say, then pop a raspberry in my mouth.
Asher nods and his eyes turn wary. I reach across the counter to take his hand in mine.
“I guess I see now what you meant about your family.”
“Shit, Raya. I’m so sorry.” Asher walks over and folds his arms around me. “So very, very sorry. That should never have happened to you. If I get my hands on that asshole again?—”
“You’ll do nothing,” I say.
His arms tense, and I sense his protest forming.
“You already nearly beat him to death. That’s enough. I don’t want any more blood on my hands.”
