Alethea
I stir in my sleep, my body still burning with need. The heat between my legs hasn’t faded-it’s worse. It coils in my core, aching, throbbing, desperate.
A soft gasp escapes my lips as another wave of desire rolls through me.
I blink, slowly opening my eyes.
Asher is already awake, lying beside me. His eyes are locked on mine-intense, dark, filled with hunger. He doesn’t say a word.
Without breaking eye contact, I roll onto all fours. I offer myself to him, silently begging for him to fill me, to take me again.
“Oh, Asher, what you-”
I don’t get to finish.
With a growl, he moves behind me and thrusts into me in one deep, hard stroke. I cry out, my head snapping back, my fingers clutching the sheets. My body welcomes him, tight and hot around him as he slams into me again.
“Oh, goddess,” I moan, my voice shaking. “This… this is everything I ever dreamed of. My mate. My love. My life.”
He keeps pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. My breasts bounce with the force, the slap of skin filling the room like a drumbeat of lust.
His hands fumble for my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he growls behind me. My body trembles with every movement. I push my hips back, desperate to take more of him, wanting him as deep as he can go.
The pleasure builds fast, too fast. My stomach tightens, and I feel it-another orgasm rising, fierce and wild.
“Oh, Asher… Ash… Asher!” I cry, barely able to breathe as I fall apart again.
My body goes limp, trembling from the release. But even then, I’m not done.
I need more. I need him under me.
I turn around, my legs shaky, my breath ragged. I push him gently down onto the bed, and he lets me, his hands slides along my waist.
“Oh my Luna,” he breathes, his voice full of awe and hunger.
His eyes are glued to me as I straddle him, guiding him back inside me.
I sink down slowly, inch by inch, until I take all of him.
And then-I start to ride.
His hands grip my hips, and I move with purpose, desperate to feel him deeper, to make him lose control all over again.
His hands fumble with my breasts, rough and eager, and I throw my head back with a moan. The sensation shoots through me like lightning. I keep moving on top of him, grinding my hips, taking every inch of him deeper inside me.
My body is on fire.
I lean forward, bringing my breasts closer to his face, and his mouth finds them instantly-hot, wet, hungry. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as I move, guiding me to match his rhythm.
“Oh-no…” I gasp, breathless. The pleasure is too much, almost unbearable. I can’t explain what it feels like to have my mate giving me everything I’ve ever craved. Every thrust, every touch is pure magic, like he’s rewriting my body with his.
The room fades. There’s nothing but us.
Then, without warning, my strength gives out. I collapse on top of him, my body trembling from the intense waves of pleasure. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, still inside me, still hard, still hungry.
He kisses my shoulder, my neck, breathing heavily against my skin.
I love this. I love how he listens to my body without a single word. I love how he fucks me like he’s been starving, like I’m his only need. And I take all of him like I’ve been dying for this-starving for him.
As I lie on his chest, trying to catch my breath, I feel him shift beneath me-his cock still hard. A wicked smirk curls on his lips as he grabs my waist and flips me onto my back in one smooth motion.
“Asher-” I barely get his name out before he slams into me again, deeper than before.
I cry out, arching off the bed as he thrusts with wild, relentless force. There’s no holding back now-no softness, no slow build. Just raw Hunger.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he pounds into me, skin slapping skin like thunder. My fingers claw at the sheets, at his back, anything I can hold onto as the fire builds again.
“More,” I beg, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop.”
He growls low in his throat, animalistic, primal-and the sound only drives me wilder.
He grabs my legs and pushes them back, folding me in half as he plunges deeper, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. My moans turn into screams, but I don’t care. I want it. I need it.
“You feel so damn good,” he pants, eyes locked on mine. “So tight. So perfect.”
Every stroke feels like he’s claiming me again and again, branding me with his pleasure. My body shakes beneath him, drenched in sweat, burning with heat.
Then, just as I feel the orgasm rising again like a storm, he pulls out and flips me over.
“Hands and knees,” he commands, voice dark and thick with desire.
I obey, trembling as I lift myself, presenting my dripping core to him. He slides in from behind with one hard thrust, grabbing my hair as he drives into me over and over, faster, harder.
The bed creaks, the headboard slams, and I lose all sense of time.
I scream his name like a prayer as he takes me higher, until my walls clamp down around him and my whole body explodes in pleasure.
“I love you, Ally. So damn much,” Asher whispers, his fingers gently stroke through my hair.
I can barely move. My body is limp, heavy with exhaustion. Every muscle aches, and my mouth feels too tired to form words. My eyes flutter, already growing heavy. He’s completely drained me-I’ve been thoroughly, mercilessly fucked, and I know I won’t be walking right for days.
Still, in my mind, I say it back.
I love you, Asher. More than you’ll ever know.
He gathers me into his arms like I weigh nothing, he cradle me against his chest. Even though he’s just as tired, and our hearts are still racing, he kisses me. Soft. Slow. Like he means it more than anything.
And goddess help me… even half-asleep, I feel that spark again.
My eyes snap open, and I kiss him back, pouring every bit of my love into it. No words. Just lips, breath, and the fire we share.
With him, even in exhaustion, there’s always more. Always us.