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I want this.
I want him.
“Say please.” He swirls his fingers once, making my hips buckle.
“Please,” I pant, and he pulls the thin fabric away, guiding it down my legs with tantalizing slowness.
The anticipation builds until it’s maddening. Where I’m trembling with the need to be sated, to have him closer—so close that I can’t tell where I end and he begins—he’s in the mood to savor it.
Perhaps, it’s because he’ll think of me when he closes his eyes, too.
At least, that’s what I want to tell myself. That if things were different, he’d choose me. That we’d get to know each other. That this could become something more than one day—one memory—to last an eternity.
I slide my leg up, propping my foot on the couch to give him better access, and he draws his thumb over my clit, creating lazy circles. Sparks of pleasure swirl in my middle, mingling with the sea of butterflies that have taken flight there. I drag in a deep breath, forcing my lungs to fill as my head thumps back against the couch. It’s become too heavy for me to keep it upright.
A soft moan escapes my lips, his name carried in it. I feel him shiver, the muscles of his stomach tightening, his breath turning ragged at the mention of his name. Power floods through me—his power—igniting and heightening every sense. I wonder if that sensation is on purpose, like he knows what it does to me. Has he noticed that it sends heat flooding through my core at the sheer thought of it being wrapped around me, whittling away every shred of my innocence.
He hooks his strong arms under my thighs, jerking my body toward him in a swift motion, taking my hips off the edge of the couch. I dare to lift my head from the cushion as his hands grip the fleshy part of my thighs. The position pins me, legs spread, leaving me prey to his predatory gaze.
Those demonic eyes have returned as his tongue darts between his lips, like he’s ready to devour me whole, to feast on my very soul. White halos form around his long, splayed fingers, his grip so tight that I couldn’t wiggle out of his hold if I wanted to. I’m at his mercy. And he could ruin me. He could destroy me with the snap of his fingers—that easily—and I’d be helpless. Yet, instead of terror coursing through my veins, it only makes my heartbeat wilder.
Because I know he won’t.
I trust him, so wholeheartedly, and I can’t even begin to understand why. But I do.
His gaze meets mine, and I swallow hard as his mouth lowers between my legs with a smirk that could stop my heart and restart it in the same beat. Asmo's tongue darts out, rolling against me in languid strokes. It’s like his second language.
Shockwaves of euphoria slip through me, my body becoming pliable in his grasp as I submit to him in every possible way. I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling at the roots and I grip the back of the couch, as if that alone could hold me in stasis. Two long fingers enter me without warning and my breath catches. My lips part as my head thumps backward.
A moan, so raw, so unexpected rips through my throat as he fills me up and spreads his fingers. My toes curl, my pulse seizing while his tongue works circles against my clit, driving me so high, I swear I’ll break.
His large hand creeps up the smooth plane of my stomach before squeezing my breast, rolling it in his palm. And suddenly I can’t breathe. I’m bound too tightly, coiled so completely, that all I can do is hang on. Teeth graze over the place all my nerves meet, drawing my attention to every ounce of burning need in my body.
As if he knows how close I am, he sinks his fingers deeper, adding another. I release my hold on his hair and those dark eyes glance up at me, swirling with power that has my legs trembling.
"Scream it for me," he growls against me, his fingers curling inside me, hitting something that obliterates all coherent thought. My eyes flutter and I try to smother the moan in my throat, but it’s too late. I’m sucked beneath wave after wave of dizzying pleasure, shattering apart.
The room tilts on its axis. I am weightless and anchored all at once—caught on the cusp of ecstasy. Through the haze, I register Asmo's wicked smile, his gaze drinking in every shudder andgasping breath. The world narrows down to this instant, lights bursting in my vision.
Just as it all starts to fade, his lips are on mine, consuming every sound, every breath. My lungs finally expand, releasing from the clutches of orgasm as I hear Asmo’s voice in my head.
“You’re not done yet, Starlight.”
The sweet scent of magic storms my nose at the same second
“Come for me, Princess. Show me how pretty you are when you break.”
His words echo through the cavernous halls of my mind, sending me reeling over the precipice into oblivion. My vision spirals out as rapture cascades through every fiber of my being. My scream rends the air as Asmo’s teeth nip my bottom lip, driving me through wave after wave of bliss until I'm gasping for air.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Valeria. Please, don’t ever forget that," he whispers huskily against my throat, pressing one last languid kiss against my pulse.
Then he stiffens, going so still, I force myself to sit up through the fog. “What’s wrong?”
“They’re convening again.” He rolls his eyes up to mine, flexing his hands at my sides, making the veins rise.
I tilt my head, but before he can form the words to explain it clicks. “He told you in your head?”
“Yeah, but he’s going to buy us a few minutes so we can clean up and…” Asmo trails off, his eyes glancing up at the top of my head as he attempts to smooth down my hair. “Maybe get you a brush.”
