Page 46 of Descent

My heart twinges for him, and I lift my hand to cup his face, loving how he immediately sinks into my touch, like he’s been craving it his whole life.

“I know. Hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have said anything. That was dumb of me. If I could go back, I—”

“Wouldn’t change a thing,” Asher finishes. “Hearing you say that, seeing the truth in your eyes, it shook something lose in me. It brought me to my knees. That was the instant that I truly accepted that I loved you, so fucking much.”

I don’t let him speak anymore. Instead, I close the distance between us, covering his mouth with mine. His hands dig into my hips, dragging me closer as his tongue slides against my own. There is nothing soft or romantic about this kiss. Instead, it’s carnal, passionate, a desperate need for us to be as close to one another as possible.

My hips begin grinding against his lap, forcing a whimper out of me when I feel Asher’s hard cock against my clit. My dress has raised above my hips, only the fabric of my panties and Asher’s dress pants in our way. I reach my hand for his zipper when one of his hands grabs my wrist, stopping me.

“No, princess. Not like this, I won’t fuck this up twice. You deserve more than a quick fuck in the car. I want to take my time with you.”

“Take your time later. I want you, Asher. Now, here, just like this. We have our whole lives to have long, passionate lovemaking,” I say, the realization of my words hitting me suddenly. I stumble with my next words for a few seconds, before I speak again. “Uhm, right?”

His eyes darken with lust and something a little more tender.

“Yes, princess. Our entire lives, I’m yours.”

He releases my hand, and I quickly unzip his pants, reaching inside and gasping when I realize he isn’t wearing any boxers. A sly grin spreads across his ridiculously handsome face as I pull his cock out of his pants.

Obviously, the one and only time I saw Asher’s cock, I was a little too…preoccupied to truly admire it, but my god, it might be the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen. Is that possible? For a penis to be pretty? If so, the award goes to Asher.

“It’s all yours, princess. Whatever you want with it,” he says, with a low chuckle as he settles back into his seat.

My eyes come to his as I raise up on my knees, lining myself up over him before slowly settling down. I hold my panties to the side as I do, and I can’t help but gasp as his cock begins sliding inside me inch by inch. Sex has been getting less painful, but it’s still not exactly the most comfortable thing at first.

Lifting my head to look to the roof of the car, I close my eyes when I’m fully seated against him, his cock twitching inside me as a pleasured groan falls from his lips.

“Eyes on me, princess. Let me see those pretty green gems.”

I force myself to look down at him, the feeling of his hand skating against my bare thigh forcing a wake of goosebumps to race up my body.

“Asher,” I whimper softly.

“Yeah, princess. Use me. I’m yours.”

Something flutters inside me at his words, and I lift myself off him almost completely before lowering back down. My rhythm soon picks up, and Asher’s hold on me tightens. Any pain that was there quickly slips away, only leaving pleasure and want.

“You look so beautiful like this, Skyla. Just for me. So fucking perfect,” he says through clenched teeth.

I lean towards him, forcing my clit to grind against him as I do and causing a moan to tear through me. My thrusts are nearly frantic as Asher meets me with each one. I feel the car shaking, squeaking with each thrust in the busy parking lot.

“Ash, someone is going to see,” I whimper.

“I’ll gouge their fucking eyes out if they do,” he snarls, as his thrusts become punishing. “You’re mine, Skyla. My girl, my princess, my wife. You’re lucky I share you with the others, but I’ll never allow another soul to see you like this again; that’s a fucking promise.”

My chuckle at his words morph into a groan as his cock rubs against my g-spot just right.

“More like you’re lucky they are willing to share me with you. Vincent still wants you dead,” I tease, though the closer I get to my orgasm, the less I care about what we’re talking about.

Something akin to a growl sounds through Asher’s chest at that, his hand coming up to my neck and squeezing on the sides roughly. I can still breathe easily, but I feel my pulse begin to thunder at the restriction of blood flow.

“All that matters is that you want me. That’s all that fucking matters, you hear me?”

I nod my head as much as his hold allows, my eyes shuttering closed as I circle my hips, desperate for just a little more friction.

“Say it,” Asher grits out.

“I’m yours, Ash. I’m so completely yours. I want you all the time, forever,” I whimper, just as my orgasm slams into me like a freight train.

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