Chapter 32 #2
“No wonder you were pushing me away so hard,” he said softly. “It all makes sense now. I just assumed someone as beautiful as you has had dozens of partners.”
Levi pushed weakly at Asher’s shoulder, trying to push him away. “Please, Asher—”
“That time in Riverbend when you fought me so hard... you were just scared, right? Scared because you’ve never done this before?”
No. Horror washed over Levi at Asher’s interpretation. That wasn’t fear of inexperience—that was terror of being violated, of having choice stolen from him.
“That’s not—” Levi started, but Asher’s other hand came up to cup his face, thumb brushing away the tears still streaming down his cheeks.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Asher said, his voice taking on a careful, instructional tone. “We’ll go slow, okay? Just for you.”
The hand beneath Levi’s waistband began moving again, slower than before.
“I’m going to keep touching you like this.
I want to make you cum again, so that way you know I can make you feel good.
Let me see you cum again. Please?” The plea in his voice was authentic, as if he truly believed this was a romantic negotiation rather than coercion.
“I’ll find the perfect place for your first time, I promise,” Asher continued with a warm smile. “Somewhere special. Not this floor.”
Fresh tears spilled down Levi’s face, caught between sobbing and moaning as a terrible pleasure began to build in him.
“No, don’t cry, Levi.” Asher kissed the tears from his cheeks. “I just said we’ll go slow. I’ll learn every inch of your body, every secret place that makes you gasp and moan. Then we can practice all the things first and figure it out together. I’ll teach you everything.”
His hand slipped beneath the fabric of Levi’s boxers, fingers wrapping around him with a firm grip that made Levi gasp as Asher began to stroke him slowly, his thumb circling the sensitive tip.
“Asher, please,” Levi moaned. “I can’t—this is too much.”
But Asher’s mouth was on his again, swallowing his protests with a deep, hungry kiss that left him dizzy. His hand moved faster, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through Levi’s body, even as his mind screamed in protest.
“You feel so good,” Asher murmured against his lips, his voice rough with need. “I can’t wait to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me. But for now, I just want to make you cum. I want you to feel good.”
His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down Levi’s chest, lingering on the sensitive spots that made him gasp.
When Asher’s tongue circled his nipple, drawing out a quiet moan from deep within him, Levi’s hands found Asher’s hair, gripping tightly as if to anchor himself to something solid amidst the storm of sensation.
“That’s it,” Asher encouraged, “show me how much you like it. Let me hear those beautiful sounds you make.”
His hand moved faster, the strokes becoming more insistent, more demanding. Levi’s squeezed his eyes shut, still gripping Asher’s hair as he thrust in his hand, unable to stop himself from chasing the friction.
“Asher, I—I can’t—” Levi gasped, his voice breaking as the sensation became too intense. His hand never slowed, the relentless strokes pushing Levi closer and closer to the edge. “Please, it’s too much. I can’t—”
“You can,” Asher whispered against his lips. “You will. For me.”
The words sent a shiver of fear and desire through Levi, the conflicting emotions twisting within him like a knife. He couldn’t deny the physical response, the way his body craved the release Asher promised.
“Cum for me, Levi,” Asher groaned in a low, commanding growl. “Say my name. I need to hear you say it.”
“Asher, pl—” he began to protest, but it was too late.
His body curled inward before the spasms hit, the climax ripping through him with an intensity that left him shaking and gasping for breath, rutting into Asher’s hand as he came in his pants again.
Asher’s hand never slowed, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure and drop of cum until Levi was left limp and trembling in his arms.
As the haze began to fade, reality set back in, cold and unforgiving. More tears streamed down his face as he looked up at Asher, his vision blurred by the mix of emotions that threatened to consume him.
“Why?” he whispered, the question filled with all the pain and confusion that churned within him. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I need you,” Asher said as he brushed the tears from Levi’s cheeks with careful fingers. “Because you’re mine, Levi. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make you see that.”
Asher’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him close in a protective embrace that felt both comforting and confining. Levi trembled against him, gripping his shirt because he didn’t know what else to do.
“It’s okay,” Asher soothed. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you. No matter what happens, no matter where we go, I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, Levi. And I’m yours. Forever.”
The words should have been terrifying, a promise of endless captivity and control. But it was true, wasn’t it? No matter what happened, no matter how many times he died or how many loops he endured, Asher would always be there.
Waiting for him. Watching over him. Loving him in the only way he knew how.
As Levi’s body stilled, the tremors fading to be replaced by a strange sense of peace, he found himself wrapping his arms around Asher, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he whispered the words that felt like sealing his fate:
“I know.”