Because there was justno waythat last night had been real—no waythat Arken fucking Asher, light of my life, bane of my existence, and divine focus of my every fantasy, had actually kissed me first.
And there was just no way I had managed to bring her to bed. Tomybed, where the scent of lemon, moss, and freshly fallen rain lingered, mingling with my own familiar essence.
But the woman sighing and swooning in my arms in her sleep had been too ethereal, too corporeal, too warm and soft andrealfor me to have possibly dreamed up. I dreamt of Arken all the time, and nothing compared to the real thing—it could never. She was real. This was real.
How the fuck was any of this real?
And yet here she was now, crawling atop my lap and spreading her thighs—those perfect swells of porcelain flesh,now decorated with the evidence of my misbehavior. It really was Arken, moaning to herself and tipping her head back with pleasure as she slid that needy pink cunt against my cock, which had been fully erect from the moment I’d opened my eyes this morning. I had been tempted to wake her up in a variety of ways—none of them particularly wholesome—but the better half of me had kept the arousal in check long enough to let her sleep.
And I found I actually really, really enjoyed watching her sleep.
However, my newfound patience had started to run dry, and she was…“Fucking…Fuck.You are so godsdamned wet already, Asher,” I growled in accusation. My cock was coated, slick and practically dripping after just one of those languid motions as she rocked her hips.
“Your fault,” she sighed sweetly, eyes closed and chin tilted toward the ceiling. The length of her hair tumbled down her back, tickling the very tops of my thighs. “Always your fault.”
“It fucking better be,” I bit out, gripping the sheets and trying my godsdamn best not to come without even being inside her.
She giggled softly at that. “I mean…it has been for the last year, at least.”
That’s what I like to hear.
I reached between her thighs, rubbing my thumb against her clit as she continued to slide back and forth.
“Oh, yeah? So you were wet formewhen you came on every other cock this year?”
“And every tongue. Or cunt, for that matter.”
It drove mefuckinginsane, because she didn’t know. She didn’t evenknowthat from the moment I’d met her, it had taken her image in the back of my mind to even get it up for anyone else. And that it hadn’t mattered whose lips or holes I’d been fucking—this cock had been hard forher.
As my thumb continued to stroke her center, applying pressure just the way I’d discovered she liked it, my other hand drifted to the base of my erection.
“You know that I respect you, right, Arken?” I asked cautiously.
She paused for a moment, gazing back down at me with bemused curiosity. “Yes…Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Her curious, gentle smile immediately grew wicked. “You fucking better,” she echoed, her golden gaze gone molten with desire.
Oh, I am going to ruin your life, pretty girl.
I shoved my cock inside her without preamble, hands encircling the smallest part of her waist and driving her down against me, hard. I didn’t even stop when she cried out in shock—didn’t bother checking in this time as she whimpered and gasped, because I knew this was what she wanted. The glimmers of Light flashing at her fingertips told me all I needed to know. After a few rough thrusts, I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her off me, those pillow-soft tits pooling as she landed next to me on her back.
“Oh,gods,” she groaned as I flipped her body over with ease. “Sweet fucking Hel, Kieran?—”
“Stop talking,” I demanded, reaching around to cover her mouth with one hand, using the other to hold her down by the nape of her neck. I wasn’t planning to take her inquitethe feral fashion that I craved, but the girl had me tempted as she swirled her tongue against my fingers, sucking one into her mouth as she released another muffled, garbled mess of moans.
“Just fucking take it.”
The last orgasm I’d given her the night prior had been gentle. In our mutual exhaustion, after hours upon hours of relentless mind-numbingly perfect sex, we had slowed thingsdown, drifting dangerously close tomaking love,and it had been the sweetest, softest of drugs.
“I would hardly call that duress, Vistarii,” she’d teased in the afterglow.
While I wasn’t ready to take the plunge and fully dominate Arken just yet, I was desperate to see just how deep her dark side ran. And so this was what one might call anexperiment.
The observations thus far: my girl liked to be degraded…At least a little bit.
That only encouraged me to drive myself into her even harder, my hips pinning her down from behind with every aggressive push. The hand at the back of her neck wove its way into her hair andtugged,making her whimper against my fingers again.