Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-71. Not today(18+)

[Xanthea] "Ah!"

Our bodies collided with feverish intensity, creating an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure as he slammed inside me.

Moans shivered out of my mouth as he fucked me harder from behind. His thrusts were more unyielding than when he had started.

My body moved just an inch away from him when his fingers dug into my hips and he yanked me roughly against himself, closing all gaps between us as he plunged harder and deeper inside me. "Uh!" I widened my eyes, choking on the sharp gasp that was knocked out of my lungs from the impact of his relentless thrusts.

My hands trembled. My knees wobbled, losing their strength bit by bit.

"Asher..." Moans trembled out of my lips and I couldn't tell if it was the pleasure that had consumed me or the pain, but it was dangerous. Primal. Mad. Raw lust. It was anything but normal.

"Fuck! This is not enough! More! I need more of you!" I heard him grit his teeth, his heavy breaths turning more desperate and impatient.

Those were the first words he said after I told him I wanted to stay in this darkness with him.

I don't know what, but I had triggered something inexplicably dangerous within him because right after that he entered me with a swift, powerful thrust, claiming me completely and ever since he had been inside me.

We had sex everywhere and in every way possible - against the wall, on the floor, standing, sitting, lying down. Our bodies were entangled in a mix of all feelings there could be from fear to fetish, from submission to dominance. Together, we traversed from exhaustion to exhilaration, and the sex transformed from feeling messy and dirty to mesmerizing and divine.

We went from being in control to losing it all in the very next second. It was sinful and spiritual, or maybe something in the middle. It was everything it could be and everything it shouldn't be.

Every second was pure madness and a frenzy of ecstasy.

I lost count of how many times we did it, how many times I orgasmed, and how many times he came inside me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat and cum. Even so, we were so high on one another, we couldn't stop consuming, craving each other even more.

I was addicted; not just to the pleasure, but to the pain as well. I wanted him so madly that even the pain he gave felt less painful because 'he' gave it to you.

I knew I was losing my mind. Or maybe I had lost it already. I didn't care anymore.

His hand ran up my spine, sliding up my nape as he fisted my hair, pulling my head back.

"Asher... wait!" I begged, and he tried to stop, but he couldn't.

He had no control over himself anymore. The way Asher was right now, he seemed scarier than Raven and for some reason, that aroused me even more.

side of him, since I had

reached back, hoping my touch would miraculously calm him, but he grabbed my wrists with one hand

didn't plan to

the sparks charging between us and in the fatality of his touch, I could feel his lust darken

against his as I took him deeper. "Please! Ah!

tantalizing heat coiling tight in my belly. Every stroke

beneath my skin, waiting to explode

his groans and my cries with his

while my upper body slumped

time our skin slapped together, a wave of

my throat, and he pulled me against his body. My back arched away from his chest, my head leaning against his collarbone. He sunk into my neck,

tensed my shoulders, drawing them closer to my neck. There was no running away from

deep voice. "Come for me, Xanthea... mark your man

my lower lip as his hands ran

shut, his soul

current zapped through my body, collecting in my core

stalled breath as he slowly caressed my

down my chest to my belly and then to my throbbing clitoris. He pressed it, rubbed it, teased and flicked it, pulling an obscene, throaty, and shuddering cry from my

feverishly impatient, convulsing

his arms as his free hand kept

was everywhere on my skin, his touch turning more

against the skin

against his, and

from his bite added to

deep within me whenever Asher's lips and fangs lingered near my

my skin; never deep enough to leave a permanent

today. Not now. You need to wait," he grumbled to himself,

he talking to his

his grip tightened around my

at every word, his voice hoarse and commanding. "And then you'll be mine. Only

to comprehend the meaning behind his words, but I could feel their gravity deep in my bones. I was breathless and completely

into cries and then into silent screams as he

throat, and I gasped,

in the darkness flicker into the stars, making it seem as though we

understand?" he asked, and I felt something

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