Page 47 of Descent

I hear him curse under his breath, his hips snapping into me several times before letting out a guttural roar. His cock throbs and jerks inside me, as I feel the warmth of his cum flood me.

Slowly, our movements become less steady until they stop altogether. I feel Asher release my neck, pushing my hair out of my face before running his thumb against my cheek tenderly.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says, reverence heavy in his tone.

I smile into his touch, a fluttering feeling in my chest.

“I love you too.”

Chapter Twenty

Skyla

Vincent got home last night from his job. That’s what he calls it, at least. To be honest, I don’t ask, and he sure as hell doesn’t tell me. All I know is that what he does for the Brethren is violent, and he doesn’t like to talk about it. I have an equal amount of curiosity as I do the desire to remain ignorant.

All the guys have essentially moved into the house at this point, and though Asher and I were snuggling in each other’s arms last night, that didn’t stop Vincent from slipping into bed behind me.

When I woke up, Asher was noticeably absent, and Vincent was already awake, running his fingers through my hair.

“Good morning, Siren.”

I smile at him softly, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

“Good morning. How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” he answers, as his tattooed hand tangles with my blonde strands. “Did you have a good night?” he asks, his voice tighter than before.

“I did, how about you?”

“Coming home to you made it worth it,” he says, before pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Smiling, I roll over so that I’m facing him, those silver eyes looking at me as if I hold all the secrets to the universe.

“What?” I laugh.

“Hm?”

“You’re staring at me very intently. What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” I ask as my fingers play with his hair, pushing it back so I can see him.

“You’re just perfect like this, sleepy and comfortable. Safe in my arms.”

“And no one else around?” I guess.

“Exactly,” he hmphs, as he buries his face into my neck.

We’re both quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again.

“I’m beginning to suspect that you’ll never choose. That given the choice, you wouldn’t.”

I swallow, as I think over his words.

“You’re right, I don’t think I could.”

Vincent nods like he expected that but doesn’t say anything more.

“How does that make you feel?” I edge.

He releases a rough breath, before he pulls his head away from my neck to look at me.

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