Chapter 35

Celine came to a scarce few minutes later to find Asher right beside her, she hadn’t noticed it before but the lights were dimmed now, but it was still bright enough for her to see him watch her intently and she could only imagine that he was worried. She smiled slow and reached for him, about to reassure him that she was fine - *she kind of put her foot in her mouth by saying she wasn’t fragile and then promptly fainting*.

She hesitated slightly when she got a better look at his expression, it was far from worried. There was a focused look in his eyes that reminded her of a predator and made her want to take several steps back and get off the bed. Her body must have moved with her thoughts because one moment she was contemplating how quickly she could get out of the room before Asher caught up to her and the next, he was pulling her hard against him.

Now that the first wave of her heat had passed and she was lucid, her bravery from earlier completely crumbled in her face. Her heart thumped in her chest, making her feel out of breath, Asher’s bare skin searing.

“Where are you running off to?” He murmured in her ear, a powerful arm around her waist keeping her in place.

Celine placed both her hand against Asher’s shoulders, unsure if she wanted to pull him close or push him away. It wasn’t like she had options because she couldn’t do either, the tense coil of muscles underneath her fingers told her that she couldn't push Asher around.

“I-” He kissed the words right out of her mouth, somehow managing to move with ease while their lips were joined. When she finally broke away from the kiss to catch her breath, she found herself propped up with her back to his chest, his big hands filled with her breasts.

Celine’s head was starting to fog up again, making her arch into his hands instead of shying away like she had been about to do. She placed her hand on one of his, the size difference obvious, yet it didn’t stop her from dragging his hand down the length of her body to where she needed him to be.

Asher let her do as she wanted, only to stop inches away, amusement mixing with the dark need burning in the depths of his hazel eyes. “What do you need?” He hummed, entertained by her desperate squirming.

Celine eyes were clouded over with pleasure, tugging on Asher’s hand with both hands now but he didn’t budge. “Please,” She begged grinding back against him, her thighs pressed tightly against each other to try to ease the pressure.

Asher tipped her face up to look at him, his tongue swiping over a sharp fang, “So pretty when you beg.” He murmured, slipping two fingers into her.

Celine threw her head back against his shoulder with a choked moan, her hands holding tightly to his wrist to try and slow his fingers down. *She had asked for it but it had become too much too fast.*

“Ah! Asher-”

Two fingers had turned into three and it felt like her legs were going to melt off her body, Asher didn’t slow down even a little even though she was desperately holding his wrist, her thighs trembling in pleasure even as he pressed feather light kisses to her neck and teased her already oversensitive nipple.

She held on tightly to his arm, not to try to stop him as she was too far gone to do that but because it felt like she was going to go insane from pleasure and she needed something to ground her. Her orgasm stunned her, making her scream in pleasure, too far gone to realize that she could clearly be heard by the occupants of the mansion.

Celine gasped like she was having a hard time getting oxygen into her lungs when Asher just went right on, fingerfucking her through orgasm. The tears that made her eyes glossy slipped down down her heated cheeks, fine trembles wracking through her entire body.

“A-Asher pl-” She managed to say before losing her voice to pleasure filled cries as her orgasm crested high and higher without giving her a break.

He didn’t stop until she was screaming his name in pleasure again, bringing his slick coated finger to his mouth while Celine watched him with dazed eyes, somehow not losing consciousness all through that roller coaster. The heat slowly burning under her skin might have something to do with that, *she needed more than his fingers.*

So she turned to the side to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. Her taste was quickly washed away by Asher’s dark, smoky scent, getting scent drunk as she drank him down.

She was fully facing him now, pulling back from the kiss to clumsily reach for his length, her mouth watering at the thought of having him inside of her. She didn’t get anywhere because Asher caught her wrists, making her look up at him with a pout, her blue eyes still teary.

Asher cursed and in the next moment she was getting pushed face down into the bed, her arms pulled taut behind her. She about melted into the bed when she felt him press up against her, anticipation bubbling up.

Celine jerked slightly when his free hand made contact with the soft skin of her ass, another harsh slap following the first almost immediately, his length slamming into her. She sobbed from pleasure and relief, and she wanted to push back against him but her legs weren’t listening to her so she just stayed on her knees and took it.

It was too much but it was exactly what she needed, her ass bruised a soft red from Asher’s hits and how hard he fucked into her. He let her wrist go when his knot started to form and she was grateful for that because she needed to grip the sheets to brace herself but none of that could have prepared her for what Asher did next.