Page 26 of Henrikk’s Masquerade

Henrikk tried to nod, stretching his hair follicles painfully in Asher’s unrelenting grip.

“I will always love you, just the way you deserve,” Asher continued, “And I will fuck you the way you deserve—hard and so deep it hurts. Because loving you hurts, and you need to feel the same pain that I do because only then will you feel alive. Which is why, this night, and all nights, I will love you, and I will fuck you until you break. And when you shatter in my arms, I won’t let you fall apart because I swore an oath to protect you, and I will never let you go. Because I know you, Henrikk, and you deserve to be loved.” He pulled back, then slammed into Henrikk with an ominous thump that jolted his senses and left his insides spasming. “Come for me, Henrikk. Come on my cock and admit that you love me too.”

“I cannot do that,” Henrikk stammered, his voice shaky as Asher drove into him again. “I can’t—” His voice broke off as Asher pounded into him again, trying to fuck the blasted words out of him. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Now, tell me.”

“No, I can’t—”

Another hard thrust, Asher’s cock bottoming out painfully in his rear. He was balls deep, and then he pulled back for the briefest of seconds before slamming back in again.

“Come for me,” Asher commanded, his authoritative tone sending Henrikk tumbling over the edge.

His body jolted as Asher’s hand wrapped around his cock and pumped him, over and over and over, until violent pleasure shot through his cock, his spine, along his limbs to his fingers and toes, lighting up all his nerve endings until—

He was coming, his body convulsing and his head lolling uselessly as his cock twitched, thick creamy seed spraying the balcony.

“That’s it,” Asher growled approvingly, pumping him slowly with his hand, milking every last drop from him. “So beautiful.”

Henrikk couldn’t reply. He could only gasp for air.

Asher gave his dick one final squeeze before his large hands shifted to Henrikk’s hips. “Hold on, Your Majesty. Almost…there.”

Henrikk could hear the smile in Asher’s voice, the bastard.

And then Asher fucked him.

Really fucked him.

There was nothing that could compare to it, and Henrikk was hanging onto his consciousness by a thread, dreams and what ifs and what could have beens blurring together. Except there was no room for what could be—it was far, far too late for that. But there was regret, and plenty of it, for all the lost time that he could have spent in Asher’s arms.

If I had a chance to go back in time and do it over…would I do anything differently?

He feared that he would not.

Asher made the most beautiful sounds, groaning and grunting as flesh met flesh. He delivered swift, savage thrusts that hit a deep, sore spot inside Henrikk, a forbidden place that Asher had claimed for himself. What was somehow even more intimate was the way his large balls slapped Henrikk’s, over and over, the stark satisfying sound keeping him hard and rigid with aching lust.

The minutes passed, and Asher did not relent. Finally, Henrikk couldn’t take any more.

“It’s too much,” he said, knowing Asher would stop.

Trusting him to stop.

But Asher shocked him with his reply:

“You can take it. This is just a taste of what I want to do to you.”

And then Asher spanked his ass, a loud sharp strike that rang in his ears. A dangerous silence followed. “Do you like that?”

“No, I—”

Another slap stung his ass cheek, hard and swift. It made Henrikk jump, his blood rushing to heat his core, his cock painfully hard and tender.

“I’d take care of your needs and help you come again,” Asher began, “but I’m going to take a leaf out of your book and just take my pleasure from you.”

Take, take, take.

Yes. He wanted Asher to take what he wanted. He wanted to give Asher everything.