I bite my lower lip, sucking it in as I take in deep breaths through my nose while Asher’s erotic kiss slows.
“Lily.” He pulls back enough to speak before pressing a kiss to my sensitive nub. “I wanna do so many dirty things to you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, not able to form any more words as I start to relax on the edge of the mattress.
“I wanna fuck you every way imaginable.”
“Alright,” I agree again, because hell yes, that sounds wonderful.
His eyes drop to my exposed sex as he slowly runs his fingers through my drenched folds before moving further back to prod the entrance to my arse.
“I wanna fuck this.”
My pussy clenches at his words and I whimper again, my cheeks heating as I give him a single nod. “Yes.”
His eyes dart up to mine in surprise. “Yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want you there. I want you to…” I trail off, not used to being so honest about bedroom activities.
“To what, Lil?” Asher growls. “Tell me. Say the words.”
“To…” I bite my lip, feeling the heat from my cheeks travel down my neck. “To claim me in every way.”
Asher is on me in an instant, rising to slam his lips to mine, his tongue lashing in a kiss that comes from the soul.
I taste myself on him, loving how much he loves to devourme. Never shying away. Treating me like I’m something to be cherished. Savoured.
We fall back onto the mattress, his weight a delicious pressure as we kiss, our hands everywhere, our need all consuming.
Somehow, I end up face down on my bed, Asher’s lips kissing a frenzied trail down my spine as he multitasks, tugging off his jocks. Past the end of my bed, I can see part of our reflection in the mirror, and the most erotic thing isn’t watching myself, but watching Asher when he doesn’t know I can see him.
He’s fucking ravenous. A creature starved and about to eat for the first time in forever. The way his eyes rake over my flesh, how they flare with so much heat before he drops to his knees, tugging me to the edge so my legs hang over and I’m bent in the perfect position for him to access my arse.
“Fuck,” he rasps, not saying anything else before his hands part my cheeks and he buries his head between them, his tongue pushing at my back passage.
“Oh!” I cry out, the act of what he’s doing, so dirty. So forbidden.
I’m not sure that part of my body is meant to be used this way, but it feels so fucking filthy to allow him access like this, and I fucking love it.
I never knew I’d like someone licking the entrance to my back passage. Never knew I was this filthy woman until he came along to peel back my layers and expose me to my real self.
It’s only now that I realise the Crimson Angel and Lily Bennett are the same person. Dark and depraved. So utterly depraved.
I can’t help but push back against his hot, searing tongue, gritting my teeth as the dark monster in me rises and wants to attack him in the best of ways.
“Ash,” I pant. “Fuck me. Please.”
Asher rips away from me so quickly, fisting his cock, his eyes darting around.
“Lube? Do you have lube in here?”
I nod, reaching out to point to my bedside table. “Bottom drawer.”
I’m still watching Asher in the mirror as he moves quicklylike a desperate man, opening the drawer and finding what he’s looking for.
“Oh, here are your toys.” He grins, looking up to meet my reflection in the mirror.
I didn’t know he knew I was watching him, but apparently, he did.
