Chapter 24 #2
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out. How do I tell him it’s been there since the first second I met him? Every touch, every loaded glance, every minute beside him cut deeper than the wounds on my back. I should’ve said it sooner. I should’ve—
His fingers slide between us, his circles firmer. My hips chase the pressure before I can stop them.
“Tell me, Venom,” he says, teasing. “Or I swear to God, I’ll leave you like this the same way you left me to bleed out on your floor.”
“Since the beginning,” I finally choke out, my throat burning. I clutch at his shoulders. “Fuck, Asher, since I first saw you.”
A triumphant smirk curves his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
His fingers pick up their pace, dragging me right back to the edge. Pleasure builds, higher and higher, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He stops.
I let out a frustrated growl. “Please!” Not even caring how pathetic I sound. “Please, Asher, I need...”
“What do you need?” he asks, voice deceptively soft.
I meet his gaze and let him see exactly how desperate I am. “You. I need you to fuck me. To ruin me.”
There’s an animal living inside every man, and Asher’s just bared its teeth. “Relax, Venom. You don’t need to be so thirsty.”
He grins, shoving his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Before I can threaten his life, he buries himself in one savage thrust.
I cry out, my head falling back as his girth stretches me to the edge of pain. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that has me clawing at his back.
“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth grazing my neck. “So fucking tight.”
His fingers press into my throat until dark spots dance at the corners of my eyes. Blood pounds in my ears, every slam of his hips sending shocks through me until my nerves sing, every inch of skin hypersensitive where he touches.
He kicks my legs wider, driving back into me hard enough to rattle the whole house.
“This what you want?” he snarls, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “To be fucked like a slut instead of worshiped like a God?”
I moan, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Answer me.” He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust.
“Yes!” The word tears out of me. “Fuck, yes, it’s what I wanted.”
His rhythm breaks, every stroke harder than the last, his fingers biting into my flesh.
A heavy thrum starts low in my gut, tightening with every drag of his cock. My nails rake his spine as the pressure climbs past anything I can fight, and something inside me snaps, wanting nothing but the fall.
“Asher,” I whimper. “I’m close, I’m gonna...”
My whole body’s already shaking, already gone, already his.
His hand clamps over my mouth again, muffling my cries as I shatter around him. Wave after wave rolls through me until my legs give out, every muscle useless.
He doesn’t stop, his pace never faltering even as my body quivers in the aftershocks. His hand drops from my mouth and I drag in a ragged breath as oversensitivity turns every thrust into exquisite torture.
“Did I say you could come?” he growls, his fingers squeezing my chin to hold me in place.
Words tangle on my tongue, everything half-gone. “N-no, but I...”
He flips me onto my back, the stairs biting into my spine as he lays his body over mine. His weight crushes me into the steps, my legs parting on instinct as he drives back in, deeper than before, the grind of his hip at that ruthless angle tearing a cry straight from my throat.
My fingers twist in his hair, pulling him closer even as every part of me screams to push him off. “Asher, it’s too fucking much. I can’t...”
He licks a path to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “You can. And you fucking will.”
His knuckles glide over the leather sheath at my thigh. “Still wanna love me?”
Another thrust punches the breath out of my lungs, a strangled sound snagging in my throat as the gun’s edge drags slow across my skin.
“Answer me.” He flashes his teeth. “This is mine,” Asher hisses, driving deeper. “Just mine.”
“Yours.” You fucking idiot. “It’s always been yours.”
“So glad you said that.” His lips brush mine, his sweat dripping onto my face. The cold barrel traces down my ribs like he’s carving snow, and my heart slows.
He circles his hips, grinding right where I need him, and every nerve there fires at once. “Do you trust me?” he rasps, voice thick.
Higher... almost there...
The wave hits without warning, my whole body arching off the stairs as every muscle locks and pulls him deeper, clenching so tight I can feel each ridge of him, each pulse. The scream that leaves me would wake the whole house if his mouth wasn’t there to swallow it.
He groans, grinding through every convulsion, each slow stroke of his cock dragging my soul out with it.
My thighs shake against his hips, my heels slipping on the edge of the stair.
“That’s it,” he murmurs into my jaw, working me through the aftershocks until I’m whimpering at every shift. “Give me all of it.”
He doesn’t give me time to breathe. My senses are still swimming, my skin slick and raw, when his smirk presses warm against my temple.
A few seconds pass before he leans back, his thumb sweeping along my jaw to tip my face up.
“Nod,” he says, still buried inside me. “Do you trust me?”
The stars barely die behind my eyes, but I manage to nod. I love you.
Something in him snaps.
He pumps into me with a hard, brutal rhythm until the stairs groan beneath us. Each thrust hits that deep place that blurs my vision, his cock splitting me open while his hand braces beside my head.
“Fuck,” he grits out, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, Venom.”
I can’t think. Can’t fucking speak. Soaked and swollen, my body just takes him, nothing but the wet slap of skin filling the quiet.
My eyes stay fixed on him. Because Asher coming apart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
His control slips one piece at a time, the smirk gone, the teasing gone, leaving raw need carved into his face. Sweat slides down his throat, his breath ragged against my mouth.