Willing (The Un 1)

Oblivion is within reach.

Asher’s chest rises, pressing against me.

He’s firm and hard everywhere I’m soft.

He takes a breath, a breath he doesn’t need.

Then he shudders and growls. “Forgive me.”

The growl is low and vicious, sending snakes of apprehension slithering down my spine.

The beast is angry, I think wildly, before the air rushes around me.

I’m slammed up against something hard.

Pain reverberates through me, awakening and vibrating every nerve.

My body stretches out, but my feet don’t touch the floor.

Before I can panic, Asher’s mouth crashes into mine.

His kiss is harsh and hungry. Too harsh and hungry for mine to keep up with.

I’ve never been kissed before. This is literally my first kiss. My lips struggle to match and follow his.

He could slow down and try to give me time to catch up. Time to learn.

Time to breathe.

But he growls again, his lips vibrating my lips, and nips me.

Something sweet touches my tongue and my entire body jolts like I was just struck by a bolt of lightning.

Energy crackles through my blood and awakens a hunger I didn’t realize I’ve been carrying around inside me. My hands grip him tight, trying to pull him closer, and my mouth begins to meet his suckle for suckle.

Pull for pull.

Battling him for more of the sweetness.

Our tongues duel, fighting over the few precious drops, and when they run out, my teeth try to break his flesh.

Chuckling, he lets me nip him. He lets me bite him. He lets me growl at him in frustration when it doesn’t work.

Then he pushes all of his weight into me, crushing me flat.

His mouth smothers mine until I still beneath him. Overpowered and defeated.

Just when I think he’s going to make me stay like this forever, he nips me again.

I moan as another delicious jolt of sensation flows through me from the spot he nipped all the way down to my core. Lighting me up with electric warmth.

More sweetness drips onto my tongue, teasing the hungry monster inside me. I try to savor the drops.

I try to enjoy them.

But I want more.

Ready for another battle, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, stroking against mine. Teasing me at first, duping me into letting my guard down.

Tricking me into thinking we’re simply battling for the sweetness.

Then pushing me into all-out war.

Kissing me so hard I have to arch my neck back from the force.

His own hunger awakening, he kisses me like a man who’s starving. A monster that’s been starving and wants to swallow me whole.

More sweetness teases my tongue, but it’s nothing compared to the taste of him.

He’s not only sweet, his taste pops and crackles across my tongue like fine champagne. Perfectly balanced.

Perfectly addicting.

His need, his desire pushes at me. Ready to break me open if I don’t willingly crack and spread.

As the thought enters my head, I feel my knees parting, making way for his hips.

Air rushes around us again, and my world spins.

Reality wavers then comes back in crystal clear focus.

I can feel my hair falling from my shoulders. Drifting down. Making a curtain around him.

His hips grind into me, and something hard rubs against my clit.

All the electricity in my blood sparks, igniting, and white flashes behind my eyes.

Moaning into his mouth, I roll my hips, chasing a new need.

A need for release.

Swallowing my moan, he rocks against me, the hardness between us driving me closer to the point of no return.

I’m so close I can fucking taste it when he moves us again. Yanking the orgasm just out of my reach, and twisting and distorting my reality.

Gravity has no value anymore. I don’t care if up is down or if down is up.

I only care about having him against me. His weight sinking me into something soft.

Still kissing me with the hunger of a hundred men, he ignores my little whines as he pulls his hips back. Sliding his body down my body.

When he finally pulls his lips from mine, I open my eyes.

But all I see is thick blackness.

If I strain my eyes hard enough, I can make out a faint outline, but not enough to satisfy the craving to see him in the flesh.

It’s just like the dream… he’s only a shadow again.

A figment of my deluded imagination.

I wish I could see him, I think, my blood cooling.

As if I willed it into being, light appears. A candle flickering into existence somewhere behind me.

Thick, muscled arms taking the weight of his body, Asher rises above me. His chest moving up and down as if he’s panting.

As if he needs the air…

Pushing up until he’s on his knees, he tears at his shirt. Not bothering with the buttons, he rips it off his chest.

Eyes sliding along his body, I watch the candlelight dance across skin. Mesmerized for a few heartbeats by its hypnotic sway. Then I force my eyes upwards, to his face. Here the light seems to cling, shining the brightest. Caressing his features. Highlighting the sharp slash of his cheekbones. The strong curve of his jaw.