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Asmo, on the other hand, every time he looks at me, touches me, I feel cherished. I feel wanted, and dare I say,desired. They couldn’t be more opposite. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers.
Between us, there is no promise of 'forever', nor vows of eternal love—we both know the truth. That reality is cruel, inevitable, an impending storm that will separate us for the rest of our lives. But at this moment, that doesn’t matter. There are no distractions, no rules, no future. Just the here and now. The sensations. The lust weaving through my veins, igniting me inside and out, and pooling in my core.
My pulse quickens as Asmo's lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending waves of delight coursing through me, driving heat straight between my legs. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt hecan feel my heart racing, beating like hummingbird wings. And if he doesn’t feel it, I know he can hear it. Between that and his ability to smell my need, my intentions are laid bare.
Asmo’s hand roams up and down the length of my back, tracing gentle patterns up over my spine. A shiver rakes through me, but as my back arches, his hard length presses flush to my stomach. It fuels a cruel desperation inside me. I want to feel it, to hold it in my hands and experience him in every possible way. I want to share this with him, something no one—not even my father—can take away from us. Fromme.
Teeth graze my neck as a growl sounds from deep within his throat. It’s so bold, so visceral, all I can do is cling to it. He bites the sensitive skin of my throat, a sharp pain dragging a whimper from me, but it’s gone so quick, fading into a dull throb. I moan against his shoulder, all but playing dead in his arms as my thighs squeeze tightly together.
Gods… He’s so in tune to my needs, that even the slightest squeeze of my thighs doesn’t go unnoticed. A menacing, knowing chuckle vibrates against my skin as he releases his hold, soothing his tongue over the spot. I can feel him smiling, as if he’s discovered my dirty little secret, a weakness.
“Fuck, Starlight. This is a terrible idea, but I don’t think I can stop.” His voice is graveled and raw, falling an octave deeper than usual. It spiders through my veins, threading warmth and longing into the currents of my blood.
He pulls away, kissing my lips. It’s slow and sensual, like he’s learning me, attempting to coax those sounds from my lips at every opportunity. My head swims from the sensations that just being near him brings, and then I’m matching his steps backward until my knees hit a ledge.
My eyes flare open, finding that we’ve moved across the room. And the ledge at my knees? It’s one of the leather couches in the living area. With a graceful swoop of his foot, mine is taken outfrom underneath me, and I drop into a seated position on the couch with him standing tall before me.
“What exactly is it that you wish to remember?” he asks, twirling my hair around his finger, like it’s his new favorite toy.
“Everything,” I breathe. “I want to remember it all.”
With such a delicate touch, he guides the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and the loose, burnt-orange fabric falls toward my waist. Out of instinct, I reach for it, holding it over my breasts as I return my gaze to his. Amber, molten to the core, meets me there, and slowly, I let my hand drop, earning a rewarding smirk.
He worships the sight of me, gliding his feather-light fingers over the line of my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbones. There's a tenderness in that touch, so contradictory to everything I expected a demon to be. His gaze grows hungrier the farther down his hands travel, molding my breasts, pinching my nipples until they become hardened peaks.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He tips my chin, claiming my lips as if I’m the air he needs to survive.
“I know someone that would disagree,” I say, breaking away just long enough to get the words out. However, the second I try to loop my arms around his neck, to drag him down with me, the hand crooking beneath my chin slides to my throat, pressing me backward until I’m flush with the couch cushions.
“Then he’s a fool,” he says, his tone becoming dark—deadly.
It’s only when I open my eyes that I find the amber rings are gone, and the obsidian voids of his beast in their place. Dark lines leach from them, like the darkness has wormed into his veins on his cheeks. Except, what I thought before were endless pits of darkness, I can just barely mark out glowing specks floating in those eyes. They look like the twinkling lights of the night sky.
“Well,” he breathes, letting his hand return to tracing the contours of my body. “If this is what you’ll remember when you close your eyes, then let it also be what reminds you of this.” He drops down to his knees, planting a kiss on my chest as those eyes fade back into amber. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and if anyone tells you otherwise, they can answer to me.”
“You don’t have to woo me, Asmo.” It’s impossible to hide the grin that stretches my lips though, because the truth is, I am wooed by his compliment. Even if he is likely just telling me what I want or need to hear.
He shakes his head. “I’m not. It’s the truth and I can prove it.”
“How?” I challenge, arching a brow.
“The day I met you in the keep, you stabbed me. You managed to take my blade off my body and plunge it here,” he says, sitting back and pointing to a scar near his ribs that’s slightly pinker than the rest. “No one, not even the queen has managed to get one over on me that easily. Yet, you didn’t have to try.”
“You’re saying that you wereso stunned with my beautythat I was able to stab you?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m saying I was so stunned to see a woman in my ruined keep, and one so incredibly divine at that, I wasn’t sure what to think. I couldn’t process it. You quite literally broke my mind for a moment. I’ve lived for hundreds of years and I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women in my lifetime, but no one has ever stunned me so thoroughly as you did that day. And now, I’ll forever wear the scar.”
It scares me how easily he’s pieced together my insecurities. Am I that much of an open book?
Asmo bends to kiss the curve of my breast, glancing up at me for a moment, before swirling the heat of his tongue around my nipple. My body arches into him, my eyes falling shut. His otherhand slips behind my back, urging me closer, fingers splayed wide over my spine.
My legs spread for him without me cognitively thinking to do it, and my hips rock forward as if desperate for friction. Without a second to spare, he lowers his mouth to the inside of my thigh, kissing me there, and drawing the tip of his nose up toward my center and down the other leg, mirroring his kiss on the other side. It’s blissful torture. Torture that has every muscle in my body tightening in a wave.
“Don’t toy with me.” I groan in frustration as he does it again, coming closer to the place I want him this time, but never giving me what I need.
He laughs softly under his breath. "Trust me, Starlight," he says against the hollow of my hip bone. And with a devilish smirk, he drags his fingers over my panties, pressing down hard on my clit through the drenched fabric. "I have no intention of playing."
His breath is hot against my skin and I squirm, shuddering against him, willing him to move. The air is trapped in my throat. The need to be taken so thoroughly that I ache for days has consumed every viable brain cell I have.
