Page 135 of Immersed
“So beautiful,” Asher murmured against the reddened skin, his breath causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. “Even your blood tastes sweet, like the rest of you. This body... it’s a masterpiece, Levi. I wish I could just have you naked all the time.”
His fingers traced the jut of hipbones, the slight hollow beneath them, the sensitive skin of inner thighs. Each touch lingered just long enough to register before moving on, creating a map of sensation that Levi’s body couldn’t help but respond to, his muscles twitching under Asher’s caresses.
The iron band of tension around Levi’s chest loosened with each touch, his body arching into the contact. The fear remained—how could it not, with Asher’s teeth still stained faintly pink with his blood?—but it transformed from sharp panic to something duller, more manageable.
“That’s it,” Asher purred. “Let me make you feel good. See how your body relaxes for me? It’s learning who it belongs to.”
The warm, liquid sensation returned, starting as a tight coil low in Levi’s abdomen and spreading outward, making his limbs feel impossibly heavy and his skin hypersensitive to every brush of air or touch. A flush crept across his skin, starting at his chest and traveling upward to stain his cheeks and throat, his arousal evident in the way his body tensed and released.
Asher tracked the progression with hungry eyes, one hand rising to press against Levi’s sternum, feeling the thundering heartbeat beneath, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “You’re so pretty like this, all pink and hard for me.”
When Asher reached for the bottle he’d placed on the nightstand, Levi tensed again, anxiety returning in a cold rush that chased away the warmth, his muscles clenching involuntarily.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” Asher soothed, his free hand moving along Levi’s flank in long, calming strokes. “Trust me.”
“I don’t,” Levi whispered, his eyes wide.
A smile curved Asher’s lips, dark amusement in his eyes, though his touch remained light. “Good boy.” His expression sobered slightly. “It might hurt a little,” he warned, “at first. But I’ll make it good for you after. I promise.”
Levi forced his eyes to un-focus as Asher coated his fingers in lube, but the slick sound of it still made Levi’s stomach twist with nervous anticipation.
The first touch was cold and foreign, the slick chill of the lubricant drawing a startled gasp from Levi’s lips as Asher’s finger circled his sensitive entrance, teasing without pressing. His muscles tensed, body fighting against the intrusion despite his mental willingness, an instinctive clench that sent a wave of embarrassment through him.
“Relax,” Asher said, pressing a kiss to Levi’s inner thigh. “Let me take care of you. Breathe.”
Levi tried to obey, his chest heaving as he willed his body to unclench. His heart hammered against his ribs, a trapped bird seeking escape. Asher’s finger pushed forward, breaching him slowly, and a strangled sound escaped Levi’s throat—not quite pain, not yet, but intense discomfort that bordered on panic, a burning stretch that made his toes curl and his hands fist in the sheets.
“I can’t,” he gasped, hands clenching tighter, knuckles white as the sensation built, foreign and overwhelming. “Asher, Ican’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Asher leaned forward to press his lips against Levi’s stomach, the warmth of his mouth a distracting anchor. “Focus on my mouth, not my fingers. You’re doing so well for me already.”
The distraction worked momentarily, Levi’s attention shifting to the feeling of lips against his abdomen, the soft kisses trailing lower. But when Asher added a second finger, the discomfort sharpened into genuine pain—a deep, insistent burn that radiated inward.
“Ow, Asher—,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut as he gripped the sheets tighter. “It burns.”
“You have to relax. Your body’s fighting me. Stop fighting. Let me in, Levi—let me have this part of you.”
“I can’t—”
“Look at me,” Asher commanded, waiting until Levi reluctantly opened his eyes. He kissed Levi’s stomach again. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly. You’re perfect, Levi.
The praise shouldn’t have affected him, shouldn’t have mattered coming from his tormentor. But something in Levi responded to it nevertheless, a warm flush spreading across his chest and up his neck, easing the tension just enough for his muscles to yield.
Asher noticed—of course, he noticed—and smiled. “You like that,” he whispered. “Being told how good you are.”
His fingers began moving again, more carefully now, the burn fading as Levi’s body adjusted to the intrusion, the slick slide becoming less abrasive with each gentle thrust. Asher’s eyes never left Levi’s face as he seemed to drink in every reaction, every hitched breath, every flutter of eyelashes.
His fingers found a spot that made Levi’s back arch involuntarily, a burst of electric pleasure shooting through the discomfort and up his spine. “That’s what I was looking for.” He focused his attention there,applying careful pressure that sent jolts of ecstasy cutting through the lingering ache.
Levi’s hand came up to cover his mouth as he seemed unable to stop the moans and gasping being wrenched out of him by Asher’s fingers.
“Good?” Asher asked, though the knowing curve of his lips suggested he already knew the answer.
Levi nodded jerkily, unable to form words as Asher continued his ministrations, the rhythm steady and teasing. The discomfort didn’t disappear entirely, but it receded beneath the waves of new, startling pleasure that built with each precise movement.
When Asher added a third finger, the burn returned momentarily, pulling a whimper from Levi’s throat. But it faded faster this time, his body learning to yield rather than resist.
When Asher withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness hit Levi like a shock, his body aching from the absence after fighting so hard against the intrusion.
