“Please,” I begged, my head lolling back as he plunged in deep, then pulled back, grazing my clit with his teeth before sucking it between his lips. His hair was silky on my palm, and I fisted it tight once more, desperate to hold him close.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered now, near tears from the slow build, the sheer intensity pushing me to the absolute edge of my limits. “Please don’t tease me.”
A sound that might’ve been laughter escaped his lips, and he slid a hand between my thighs, his fingertips grazing my entrance. Then, without warning, he thrust two fingers inside me, curling to hit the perfect spot with each thrust as he licked and sucked, faster now, deeper, more intense, almost there, and I…
“Asher! Don’t stop! Don’t… oh my God… That’s…” I was out of my mind, babbling and gasping for breath as the heat rushed up my thighs and finally, blissfully, thank-the-fucking-universe-I-thought-I-was-going-to-die-fully exploded in a white-hot starburst of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
A tremor rolled through my body, starting in my thighs and working up my core, my chest, my spine, across my scalp, and down my arms. Whatever Asher was doing to me, I could feel it in my fingertips, my toes, everything warm and tingling, pleasure breaking over my body like waves against the shore.
And still, he didn’t relent.
He kissed and sucked until I thought I’d burn up from the intensity, pushing past the sensitivity, the too-much, too-hot, too-good, too-everythingrush of sensationsuntil I suddenly felt the pressure building again, my muscles convulsing into another wave of bliss as a second orgasm burst inside, chasing the aftershocks that still lingered from the first, combining to ignite my heart, to steal the very breath from my lungs.
My knees finally buckled, and Asher laughed, catching me in his arms as he rose to his feet.
“Told you I wasn’t stopping till you couldn’t stand up anymore,” he teased, holding me against his chest.
I nodded, leaning into his embrace. It was all I had left. Couldn’t stand up? I couldn’t even speak anymore. If it wasn’t for the embarrassingly loud panting coming from my mouth, I would’ve thought I’d forgotten how to breathe, too.
Without another word, Asher lifted me up, guiding my legs around his hips. I had just enough strength left to wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he spun us around and pressed my back against the tiles. Water streamed down his face from his hair, and with a fiery gleam in his eyes, he shifted his hips, giving me a taste of just how turned on he was.
“Yes,” I whispered, answering the unspoken question with a bubbly laugh. “God, yes.”
The press of his steel-hard cock against my entrance stirred me back to life, and I welcomed his touch once again, feeling every perfect inch as he slid inside me, filling me up.
The moment we connected, I felt the tug of his incubus hunger, an invisible force that unleashed an answering call in my own magic. I realized then how much he’d been holding back.
“Take it,” I urged him, knowing he wouldn’t unless I offered, despite everything we’d already shared. Everything he’d already given me.
He nuzzled my neck, kissing his way up to my ear. “You sure?”
I shivered in his arms, his voice and the proximity of his hot, wet mouth threatening to unravel me once again. Everything he did with his lips drove me wild.
“It’s yours, Ash.I’myours. Don’t you know that by now?”
“Mmm. I’m starting to get the idea.” Asher claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss I gladly returned, my burned, swollen lips all but forgotten. Beneath the saltiness of my desire still lingering on his tongue, I tasted his unique fire, like cinnamon and hot peppers. It made my mouth water for more.
Unlike our time in the prison, tonight there was no resistance on his part, no worries about what consequences awaited us on the other side. We were in love—the real deal. Only Sebastian meted out punishment for something so pure, so beautiful. The universe worked in mysterious, mind-bending ways I’d probably never figure out, but one thing was absolutely sure: when it came to real love, there were no consequences.
Pinning me against the wall again, Asher rolled his hips, sliding deep inside me. I felt my magic flowing into him, connecting with his own power, melding, strengthening. He grew harder with each thrust, his eyes full of love and lust and beauty as he held my gaze, our breath mingling, water running in rivulets over our curves and dips, both of us sliding closer and closer to the edge.
I clung to him, my heart beating strong and steady despite the terrors this night had brought. In Asher’s arms, I was safe. Tonight, in this raging storm of grief and pain and confusion and fear, he was my anchor.
And for all his toughness, I suspected that I was his, too.
“Harder,” I breathed, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he obeyed my wishes, plunging deep inside me, my back sliding against the tiles. I kissed his neck, his jaw, his beautiful mouth. I gave him everything I had. And I took everything he offered.
There was power in telling a man what you wanted. Power in claiming your desires. Power in recognizing his, and giving in to those as well.
Like me, he wanted it hard tonight, too. Hard and deep and soul-shattering.
“Harder,” I said again, and I kissed him fiercely, feeling my body clench around him, and that was all it took. The now-familiar rush of pleasure snuck up on me fast, shattering me as Asher moaned into my mouth, coming hot and hard inside me, shuddering against me as tears spilled from my eyes.
He didn’t ask me what was wrong. Didn’t offer pity or sympathy or platitudes. In that instant, I knew he was feeling what I’d felt, and he just continued to hold me, to remain deep inside me, his gaze locked on mine as he waited for me to finally catch my breath.
Something strange and thrilling had just passed between us—something that went beyond the magic and his incubus energy and the raw desire. Time seemed to stop. And there, in the ocean-blue depths of his gaze, I’d seen the ferocity of his love for me, his passion. I saw his loyalty to Ronan and the brotherhood he felt for the others. I sensed their presence, too—all of them. It was as if my connection with Asher was calling out to Ronan, Darius, and Liam as well.
And of course, Emilio. My wolf.Ourwolf. His essence was fainter than the others’, but he was still there, still with us.
