“You’re well and truly fucked, prom queen.”
“Why?” I strain to say the words.
“Because you’re mine now,” he growls as he thrusts inside me in one go.
My body feels like it’s burning from the inside out. Not only that, but my heart beats so loud, if it doesn’t cause me a heart arrest now, I don’t know when it will.
The world halts for a beat.
Asher is filling me whole and erasing everything else from our vicinity.
My gaze collides with his in that pause. For a moment, as our bodies join, our spirits join, too.
We become one.
He starts rolling his hips slowly, drawing goosebumps over the already formed goosebumps. Perspiration trickles down my temples as I watch him. His hard gaze and his straight nose. His sharp jaw and his kissable lips. His ragged breathing and his solid abs.
How could I not fight for him before? How could I ever hurt him?
Just when I’m falling into the slow rhythm, he fastens his pace. He pounds into me with the renowned energy of a dying man finding refuge.
It’s like he’s also been drowning and is now coming up for air, too.
I wind my hands around his forearm that’s holding onto my throat. I hang on to him as he hangs onto me.
And I let go.
I melt in his dominance and his masculine force, in his ruthless power and maddening energy.
The roll of his hips becomes harder and faster. My body arches off the bed as he owns every inch of my soul and something else I’m too scared to admit.
“Ash…”
“What? Tell me.” The rumble of his voice intensifies the pleasure whirling inside me.
“I…I’m…”
“Close?” He licks my lower lip as he tightens his grip around my neck.
I nod frantically.
“You’ll come all over my dick because you’re mine. Only mine.”
I nod again, my throat closing in with the violence of the wave about to hit me.
“Say the words, Reina.”
“Y-yours.” My voice cracks. “Only yours.”
“Fuck!” His body grows tense as spurts of his cum coat my insides.
My body trembles with the force of his release and the wildness of my own.
My mouth stays open in a wordless ‘O’ as multiple bursts of pleasure hit my womb and shoot through my entire body.
Or rather, past my body and into my soul.
My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls back against the pillow. His hold against my throat only heightens the sensation.