Page 83 of Rogue Alpha Prince

My tears are pouring down my face, but I don’t care anymore.

“Asher,” he says softly.

Just that. Just my name. I feel like breaking.

He kisses me again and this time I let him. I don’t know why. I just feel like it. I’m desperate like that, to feel anything other than the brokenness of my heart.

He seems not to care if my face is wet and salty. I don’t care either. I move my hand around his neck and pull him to me even more. The kiss is becoming hungrier and hotter every second.

“Can I take you again?” His husky voice does something to my insides.

I nod. I want that too. I just want to feel him, with all my body and I don’t want to care about anything else. I want that unbearable pain in my chest to go away.

He moves his head back, and looks at my face with his cold beautiful navy-blue eyes. He wipes my tears with his hand.

“Take me,” I’m pleading shamelessly, but full of sadness. The sadness I don’t want to feel anymore. “Take me, please.”

He stands up, picking me up with him by my ass. My dress pulls up my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. My head is higher than his, and this time I’m the one to lean to kiss him.

He starts walking, going through the doors inside, but never stops kissing me. Not in the doorway, not in the hall full of people, not in the dimly lit hallway, not in the dark room we enter.

He doesn’t switch the lights on. He just strides straight to the king-size bed—where he throws me with the same force he used on our wedding night.

“Take off your clothes,” he even says the same thing.

He doesn’t have to say it twice this time. I take off my dress, strapless bralette, and boots—looking at him as my sight gets used to the dark. He’s taking his things off too.

I scoot over to him on my knees, and start helping unbuckle all the leather straps he has on today. He stops and just looks at me undressing him. I take my time, savoring the feel of his skin whenever I brush it with my fingertips. We don’t talk.

When I’m done and move back, he kneels on the bed in front of me and kisses me again. Goddess, no matter the intentions, he is damn good at it. I’m melting under his lips and tongue.

“Mmm, Cain… please…” I moan into his mouth, desperate.

He pushes me back and I want to roll over to my stomach for him, but he stops me with his hand.

He grabs my hips and pulls me a little bit closer, catches one of my stiff nipples with his teeth, and sucks before doing the same to the other one. Then, he settles between my legs and rests on his elbow by the side of my head.

He leans to kiss me again, his impressive muscles tensing, and with his other hand—positions his cock near my entrance, teasing me with the tip. He thrusts in with his own low moan, and I’m already in heaven, despite feeling so vulnerable.

He moves his free hand to my clit, buries his head in the crook of my neck, and then growls, “I love you”.

I push my hand lightly on his firm chest to make him stop moving. He does stop, and lifts his head to look at me questioningly.

Did he really say what I think he said?

He slowly starts moving inside me again, looking me in the eyes, like he is daring me to ask.

I don’t. I know he said it, I’m a werewolf, I just… I don’t want to believe it.

He loves me? Maybe he loves sex with me.

I lift my hand to his jaw and pull him to me by his chin. We kiss again. He picks up pace both with his thrusting and circling his thumb over my clit. I already had one orgasm, but when he suddenly says “fuck!” and jerks, spilling his seed inside me, I’m too aroused by his sudden release—I climax too.

He lets me ride through my orgasm, milking his dick for quite some time—helping me with his hand until I can’t take it anymore. I’m thrashing under him, trying to get my oversensitive bundle of nerves off his torturous touch.

I can’t, I won’t, I need…

He chuckles and takes his hand off my clit, and then finally slides out. He rolls on his back beside me, leaving me sleek and dripping.

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