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

miraculously calm him, but he grabbed my wrists with one

feeling he didn't plan to

in the fatality of his touch, I could feel his lust darken his aura, getting denser

his as I took him deeper. "Please! Ah! Harder! Don't stop," I pleaded, my body arching into his,

my belly. Every stroke of his tormenting touch over my

beneath my skin, waiting to explode

merged with his groans and my

upper body slumped on the floor. Asher had my hips

deeper inside me. Every time our skin slapped together, a wave of electric current flooded through my body.

My back arched away from his chest, my head leaning against his collarbone. He sunk into my neck, kissing and licking my feverish

them closer to my neck. There was no running away from the maddening sensations he evoked in my core.

he whispered gruffly in his deep voice. "Come

my lower lip as his hands ran down my chest and he

shut, his soul

my body, collecting in my core and

my head, my mouth agape with a stalled breath

over my skin when his palm moved 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 mouth. His free palm wrapped around my throat, tightening with a

impatient, convulsing with the force

grabbed his arms as his free hand kept assaulting my

skin, his touch turning more possessive, impatient, and

teeth grazed against the skin

hips jerked against his, and I clawed at

bit my neck harder, and the pain from his bite added to the heat and intensity

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

skin; never deep enough to leave a permanent mark

to wait," he grumbled to himself, as

talking to

as his

beautiful Xanthea," he declared, thrusting at every word, his voice hoarse and commanding. "And then you'll be mine. Only mine. So don't give

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

my breathy moans turned into cries and then into

I gasped, filling

the darkness flicker into the stars, making it seem

asked, and I felt something mystifying tighten in

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