Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-72. Not the same

[Xanthea]

The haze of the heat clouding my mind cleared away. My body felt a lot fresher and rejuvenated. And it was now I understood why people said sex was the best cure for heats.

Despite my body feeling more alive than ever, a sharp soreness tightened in my muscles. I could barely keep up with Asher's ferocity. Pleasure diffused into a trail of burning pain and numbness, especially in my legs and hips. There was no point in asking him to stop or slow down; I could feel him grow harder inside me with each breathless moan that died between our intertwined lips.

Was it normal for a man to have such a primal, almost beastly reaction to heat?

I knew men went out of control near a woman in heat, but did all of them experience such raw, untamed, and overwhelmingly carnal hunger?

Or was Asher different, his need more uncontrollable, more insatiable? This wasn't the first time we had sex, so I knew Asher could control himself better. It just felt as if he didn't want to anymore.

Maybe it had nothing to do with my heat at all. Maybe it was this dark, suffocating room, drawing out Asher's deepest, darkest desires, and my body was just too weak to contain his profound lust.

Or perhaps it was the blend of both - the heat and the darkness - combining to create an experience so intense, so consuming, that my mind struggled to endure the reality.

Asher kept fucking me with the same ruthless vigor. My mind could no longer decipher if it hurt bad or good. But it hurt. Slowly, I felt myself detach from my body, unable to endure the sensations any longer. And my mind wandered, desperately seeking an escape, trying to understand the origin of it all.

What had triggered him? I contemplated, and after what felt like forever, I kept returning to the same conclusion.

All of this began with a question: what does love feel like?

That's where it all started, and I wondered if that's where it would all end. Perhaps if I answered his question, he would stop. I had to take my chances.

"Asher... let me do it... let me... please you," I slid my palm around his nape as he covered my neck with love bites, clearly obsessed with the idea of leaving his mark there someday. Or perhaps, conflicted.

He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against his chest, making me straddle his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders as he thrusted deeper, hitting a spot in the depths of my core that sent an electric thrill zapping through my body.

My insides tightened around him, and he let out a throaty grunt.

His breaths were labored, uneven, and strained against mine as I began riding him at my pace.

I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair and down his ripped body. Licking my dry lips, I buried my face in his neck and bit him.

He hissed, letting out a satisfactory groan.

"Asher... can we-"

Before I could ask if we could take a break so I could answer his question, he hugged me, burying his face between my breasts. "Can we stay like this forever?" His words took me off guard.

"Uh-"

"Do we really need to go back?" he mumbled softly. "Can the time just stop right now? And can we just freeze in it together?" I blinked, my heart racing faster.

"Being with you like this makes me wonder if this is what home feels like," he spoke against my breastbone and my smile faltered.

"Does this place feel like home to you?" I asked, feeling my heart tighten with guilt.

"You... feel like home to me," he said, and my heart skipped a beat, my chest filling with warm flutters.

I bit my lower lips, my body tensing up.

All of this might be overwhelming for me, but from the serenity in his tone and the vulnerability in his body and words, I could tell he found this peaceful.

could stay

intensity mellowing. They became much more

telling in my story. It's more or less like this room. There's nothing to

see, yet so much

it

flirt with me?"

it working?" he

broke into

fucking with my mind, otherwise it wouldn't have worked," I smirked, my heart pounding

felt him place his palm under

"Yes, husband?" I smiled.

serious tone. "But you can

eyes. Blinking fast, I shook my head, lowering my eyelids. "P-pretending?

are hurting," he said

"N-no. I am not..."

his finger on my lips. "I know there's something you want to tell me. What is it?" "Nothing,

from the truth even before you say

a deep breath and stopped

remember what I said on our nuptial

a moment of silence before

said that night, word for word, his voice raw with reminiscence. I widened my eyes, peering into the veil of darkness that

my answer to your question. That's what I fantasize love

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hand withdrew from my

But I have fantasized about it based on the books I read and people I observed in real life. And I figured out that you can respect someone and not be in love with them, but you can't love someone and not respect them. Love is respect, sacrifice, and selflessness.

he pulled out of me and I felt his cum slither down

remained silent, but I knew I had

always fantasized about. Love is gentle like you have been with me from the moment we met. Every small thing you do, all your small gestures that go unnoticed by others, I notice. The way you care, the way you are. That's what love might feel like... for

the same. I am not the same. Right now, you wish I

weaken

place meant something to me. But that didn't make

fingers, I remained silent. I didn't know what to say when that was precisely how

contact with him, I felt an unfathomable restlessness course through

my empty surroundings with my hand. Within a second, he

as he draped his shirt over my shoulders. We remained silent as he helped me wear his

a humbled tone. "I was

held my hands

meant a lot to me. But I promise you it will never happen again. I promise... you'll never see me this naked again. But thank you for defining love for me. And thank you for staying here, by my side, longer than you could. It will

still holding my hands tightly, but it seemed as though I was slowly losing my grip and he was slipping

my brows, feeling the weight of his

head urging me to hug him, as if embracing him might prevent something from falling apart. But I

was shattering

my chest that got worse when Asher kissed my forehead. But the problem

gentle again, his presence comforting like it used to

me in his arms. It almost

I could gather myself and ask what his words meant, a sharp light

the dark room to reality did something strange to

in it were the glowing light gray eyes gazing at me warmly,