Page 76 of Crave Me

His arrogance and the challenge in his eyes just served to heighten everything, and I grasped his hard ass then sank to my knees and sucked his crown into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he rasped, clutching my shoulders as I drove deeper, swallowing him whole, right to the back of my throat in one shot. “Caspian, shit.”

I smiled around his cock, loving his reaction, loving that I had a formidable man like him at my mercy.

That didn’t last as long as I’d hoped when he suddenly wrenched me off his cock by my hair and forced me back to my feet.

He executed a rapid-fire move that impressed me and it had him slamming me up against the wall.

Then he was ripping my towel off, grabbing my ass and slamming us together.

I groaned at the feel of his bare cock against mine.

I threw my head back as he wrapped his hand around both of us then started jerking us roughly. “Yes,” I breathed. “Fucking yes.”

Moans slipped from him as my piercings bumped against his crown over and over, and he slapped his free hand to the wall for purchase.

I slammed my hips back and forth wildly, losing myself to it, and he did the same, the two of us rutting like animals up against the wall, harder, faster, harsher.

“Yeah, let it go, King. Let it all fucking go.”

“Fuck,” I growled, clamping one hand around his, the two of us working together, roughly handling our cocks, pleasure climbing and climbing.

And then his hand left the wall and he scraped his blunt nails down my chest, drawing red-raw marks along the way that had me hissing.

In my insanely worked-up state, it was enough to push me over the edge, and then I was coming, my hot cum spraying all over his cock and our joined hands.

“Fuck me,” he snarled a moment before he joined me, making a sticky mess right along with me.

Before either of us could bask in it, I snagged his shoulders and hauled him onto the bed.

I pounced on him and scraped my teeth over his throat. “We’re not close to being done yet.”

I opened my eyes to darkness.

It took several moments for me to adjust to it. I usually kept one of the bedside lights on when I slept. It helped me to wake up easier and also stopped me from sleeping too long. It was something I’d taken to doing since I’d become head of King.

But last night hadn’t played out like anything close to resembling a normal night for me.

The memories came back to me all too quickly. Shit.

I turned from my strange position splayed out on my stomach—again, not usual for me—to see Asher draped over the other side of my bed completely naked, that shockingly giant cock of his hard as steel as he slept. The covers were pushed right down to his calves. They were twisted up on his side too, indicating he’d been tossing and turning in his sleep.

I frowned in thought. A brief insight into the damage he’d warned me about last night, perhaps. Nightmares fueled by trauma?

I’d been in far too much of a state to allow myself to pay undue attention to it before, but as I peered closer at him, his scars became very apparent to me. Especially all over his back where his tattoos didn’t reach to be able to partially conceal them. They appeared to be marks from brutal lashes caused by a whip. If that wasn’t bad enough, they certainly weren’t the only ones marring his skin. Stab wounds, even a gunshot scar.

I grimaced. He’d certainly been through the wringer.

He’d been born into brutality, forged by it, then nearly killed by it.

And yet even though he was out of the woods where that was concerned, here he was now being pulled into a war that didn’t even belong to him.

He’d gone above and beyond in his goal to recover Caleb.

He’d actually risked opening up to me and being vulnerable to help me out of this dark headspace I’d been caught up in and delving deeper into with every day that had gone by with us unable to bring Caleb back to us.

He turned over in his sleep, facing me, and I took in his snake tattoos, similar to Caleb’s, but all black—of course.

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