Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-110. Buried(TW)

[Xanthea]

Before I could comprehend Asher's words, his energy fluctuated violently.

My stomach lurched, a sharp pain shooting through my head from the abrupt realm jump. Disoriented, I blinked away the mist clouding my vision.

A restless unease buried in my chest, my emotions rotting, leaving me with nothing but a foul, suffocating sense of burning foreboding in my stomach as I took in my surroundings.

The chilly winds howled, cutting through my shaking breaths as I peered at 'Forget me not' engraved on my mother's gravestone.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and jasmine flanking the gravestone. Midnight draped the mortal realm in darkness while the murky clouds shrouded the moon, scattering its fragmented light across the graveyard.

My nails dug into Asher's shoulder as his palms trailed up my back. A touch that could melt me within seconds suddenly felt taboo. I was still straddling him as he knelt beside my mother's grave.

My instincts warned me not to turn toward him - not to meet his eyes. Because if I did, something terrible, something irreversible, might happen at that moment.

My body stiffened as he slid the sleeves of my gown down my shoulders.

A frantic urgency surged through my body. Ignoring the sharp throb in my ring finger, I tried to push him away, to get off him, to distance myself from him. But he was faster. His hands swiftly grabbed my wrists, twisting them behind. With one arm, he pinned them on my back, holding me in place.

"Ah!" I gritted my teeth, panting. His other arm grabbed my waist tighter, locking our bodies together as he pulled me closer.

The struggle made my nightgown slip halfway down my breasts.

"Don't... uh!"

My brows tensed and I shut my eyes, wincing at the feeling of his cock grinding against my pussy through the fabric of his pants.

"What's wrong, wife? You were so desperate for me to fuck you just moments ago." His voice dripped with grim amusement as he kissed my cleavage.

"Not here. Not like this." I grunted, struggling to free my hands from his grip, knowing how futile my efforts were and that all my resistance was just turning him on even more because I could feel him grow harder.

His teeth and tongue teased my nipples through the sheer fabric of my gown, each flick sending jolts of tantalizing sensation pulsing through my core. I squirmed against him, my breaths turning shallow and erratic as his lips grazed along my skin, burning kisses along my collarbone.

"Why?" He asked. "We are still the same. Nothing's changed."

"Everything's changed! We're in a graveyard!"

him, gritting my teeth to suppress

"So what?" he said.

madness!" I groaned out, shutting my eyes. The

My silent breathy moans met

friction of his subtle thrusts, charging my clitoris with desires, probably more

want this," I gasped, biting

your arousal, my beautiful liar," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot as he inhaled deeply, sinking into

tighten in my

rougher "-it's about what

you think... I need this?" Short, breaking pants trembled out of my lips as I frowned

his breaths turned heavier, his

from him could even cross my mind, my finger clutched the front of his shirt.

muffling my desperate whimpers,

burned together from the high, but what followed was an unrelenting wave of guilt, shame,

remained tightly wrapped around my waist,

pulled away from him, my chest quivering. My hands slid down from his shoulders to his

into his eyes was the most consuming experience and probably the

came out

to where our crotches still pressed together and

pants and expect me to let you go," he said, cocking his brow. "That's not how it works. You'll have to take responsibility for

guilt-trap me into submitting to your will. None of this was my fault." My words were out of

soft

see that you finally realize you were trapped in

"What?" I scowled.

He smiled.

you are mad. You are so much more unfiltered and... yourself. The only time I get to see my real Xanthea. Why don't you

actually come true if you don't

chuckles just added more fuel to the fire I felt burning in

crazy! Why are you doing this? What do you even want to

deep breath and then pretended

say... revenge. Fucking the daughter on the grave of the mother who destroyed my family

painfully, seizing my breaths as they settled in my chest like

but uncertain. "If revenge was

I planted these flowers