Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
His hand clamps over my mouth again, muffling my cries as I shatter around him. Wave after wave rolls through me until my legs give out, every muscle useless.
He doesn’t stop, his pace never faltering even as my body quivers in the aftershocks. His hand drops from my mouth and I drag in a ragged breath as oversensitivity turns every thrust into exquisite torture.
“Did I say you could come?” he growls, his fingers squeezing my chin to hold me in place.
Words tangle on my tongue, everything half-gone. “N-no, but I...”
He flips me onto my back, the stairs biting into my spine as he lays his body over mine. His weight crushes me into the steps, my legs parting on instinct as he drives back in, deeper than before, the grind of his hip at that ruthless angle tearing a cry straight from my throat.
My fingers twist in his hair, pulling him closer even as every part of me screams to push him off. “Asher, it’s too fucking much. I can’t...”
He licks a path to my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “You can. And you fucking will.”
His knuckles glide over the leather sheath at my thigh. “Still wanna love me?”
Another thrust punches the breath out of my lungs, a strangled sound snagging in my throat as the gun’s edge drags slow across my skin.
“Answer me.” He flashes his teeth. “This is mine,” Asher hisses, driving deeper. “Just mine.”
“Yours.” You fucking idiot. “It’s always been yours.”
“So glad you said that.” His lips brush mine, his sweat dripping onto my face. The cold barrel traces down my ribs like he’s carving snow, and my heart slows.
He circles his hips, grinding right where I need him, and every nerve there fires at once. “Do you trust me?” he rasps, voice thick.
Higher... almost there...
The wave hits without warning, my whole body arching off the stairs as every muscle locks and pulls him deeper, clenching so tight I can feel each ridge of him, each pulse. The scream that leaves me would wake the whole house if his mouth wasn’t there to swallow it.
He groans, grinding through every convulsion, each slow stroke of his cock dragging my soul out with it.
My thighs shake against his hips, my heels slipping on the edge of the stair.
“That’s it,” he murmurs into my jaw, working me through the aftershocks until I’m whimpering at every shift. “Give me all of it.”
He doesn’t give me time to breathe. My senses are still swimming, my skin slick and raw, when his smirk presses warm against my temple.
A few seconds pass before he leans back, his thumb sweeping along my jaw to tip my face up.
“Nod,” he says, still buried inside me. “Do you trust me?”
The stars barely die behind my eyes, but I manage to nod. I love you.
Something in him snaps.
He pumps into me with a hard, brutal rhythm until the stairs groan beneath us. Each thrust hits that deep place that blurs my vision, his cock splitting me open while his hand braces beside my head.
“Fuck,” he grits out, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, Venom.”
I can’t think. Can’t fucking speak. Soaked and swollen, my body just takes him, nothing but the wet slap of skin filling the quiet.
My eyes stay fixed on him. Because Asher coming apart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
His control slips one piece at a time, the smirk gone, the teasing gone, leaving raw need carved into his face. Sweat slides down his throat, his breath ragged against my mouth.
This is the version of him no one else gets. The one I’d kill for. The one I’d die for.
“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps, his thrusts turning sloppy. “Gonna make sure you fucking feel me tomorrow.”
“Do it.” I drag my nails down his arms.
He buries himself to the hilt with a sound that’s half growl, half my name. He works his cum into me, the hot pulse of him spilling deep. I’m so lost in him, in us, that I barely feel the cool glide of the gun over my ribs.
Until the loud crack of a bullet splits through the house and burning hot pain erupts at my side.
Asher drops his weight onto me, his lips grazing my ear. “Now we’re even.”
Tears run down the side of my face because the motherfucker just shot me.
“Asher!”
He rolls his eyes, yanking his pants up with one hand and tucking the gun into his waistband. “This was your idea.”
He scoops me into his arms before I can protest, carrying me up the rest of the steps.
“Put me the fuck down!” I smack at his chest. “I can walk.”
His arms lock tighter, one hand splaying flat against my spine. “Shut up.”
Even though he’s moving way too slow, I manage to peek over his shoulder. “I just got this carpet.”