Page 37 of Deadly Cravings
“But you?”
“I don’t have some odd obsession with Imog—her memory like my brother.” He was about to say Imogen’s name. I licked my lips as jealousy burned my stomach. So the others loved her still. “I stayed around because I refuse to leave Jax. It might have been best I did, thinking back to that bit?—”
He stopped mid curse and shook his head, anger bleeding away as he turned his attention to me.
“Don’t wo?—”
“Worry about it,” I finished his sentence, rolling my eyes.
“Did you just sass me?” I tensed even though I could tell he thought it was funny.
“Absolutely not,” I muttered, clearing my throat. He stared at my mouth with sharp focus. I nervously wet my lips. His body twitched and he suddenly lunged at my mouth. He swallowed my shocked scream, coaxing my lips open. Silky lips pressed into mine insistently, battering down my defenses.
My tongue flicked out to meet his. His fingers dug into my waist and he hoisted me onto his lap. My legs spread to accommodate his thighs, and even though I was flexible, there was a pinch with how much bigger he was. The good thing was his thick swelled cock pushed against me at the perfect spot.
I tipped my hips forward rubbing against him harder. My body no longer belonged to me.
Asher’s fangs extended and I groaned into his mouth, trying my best to not prick myself as I tongued him. The sharp edge scraped my lower lip and I groaned again.
A stinging prick opened on my flesh and Asher’s fingers twitched, his entire body stiffening as his hips jerked up into my core. His hum turned guttural, and the grip tightened painfully.
“More,” he groaned into my mouth, hips bucking up as he sucked on my lip.
Good thing I’d taken a hit of my inhaler before this because he effortlessly stole my breath. His hands slipped under my blouse and into the hem of my slacks. With a quick jerk, they tore down my leg. He yanked them to the side and shucked them, leaving me in my panties until they were also destroyed by Asher.
He pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply. My face heated.That was so hot.
Slickness pooled where I rubbed myself against his pants. His finger pressed into my clit. A whimper escaped me at the gentle rub.
“Harder,” I mumbled.
“Fuck,” he rasped but it sounded more like a promise. I reached down and jerked the buttons open. His cock sprang out, and I almost choked on my saliva. The long—incredibly freaking long—cock was adorned with a gold ladder piercing that extended to the base.
I blinked at it, but my core throbbed.
His finger curved into my slick entrance, sliding in and out in a slow rhythm. A moan crawled up my throat. I helplessly twisted my hips, seeking to be filled.
Asher braced his hand at my hip, lifting me so the tip of his cock teased my folds. He slammed me down while simultaneously thrusting up. A yelp slipped from my mouth and I tensed. I could feel every inch inside me, and I couldn’t breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears sprang to life.
“Catalina,” he whispered, cupping his hand at my neck. I peeked at him from under my lashes. His eyes were wide as he looked into mine. He could tell he was the first inside my pussy.
His eyes flared and red swirled with the blue before taking it over. Sharp fingernails stabbed into my ass as he gripped my hips firmly and with ease, he lifted me and slammed me back down on his cock.
A scream ripped from my throat, and I cinched my eyes tightly shut. Without mercy he forced me to fuck him even though I had no time to get used to his length. Each slam of his cock caused him to stab my cervix.
“Asher,” I whimpered, half in pain and half in pleasure. Agony struck with every forceful movement, but then why did I like it so much? Tears trickled from the corner of my eyes as the evil, lust ridden gaze watched them slide down. A cruel smile curved the corners of his sinful lips, but he did not cease. My pain seemed to please him. “It hurts.”
“Take me.” He hissed low and smiled with his fangs extended. Leaning forward, his fangs sliced into my neck,sending suction to my clit. He moaned against my throat and the rub of his piercings scraped against my insides, raising the sensitivity with each stroke. It hurt too much. I couldn’t take it. Tears full on leaked down my cheeks, but he didn’t cease. “Fuck,” he spat lifting from my neck and jerked up hard, sucking the air from my lungs in the best way. He did it again and again. The angle of his thrust had him hitting my clit and I whimpered. Blood dripped from the corners of his parted mouth.
A sudden orgasm spiked through my pussy, causing me to grip at him with jarring squeezes. More intense than any I’d ever given myself. It was uncontrollable and unstoppable. Tingles spread across my skin and my channel clutched him with the incoming inevitability. He moaned, head tossing back and sending his hair around his face as his mouth opened on a cry. With each spasm of his cock, his hips slammed up, bouncing me on his cock and dragging out the electricity, my pussy milking every last drop.
I could no longer hold myself up and I slumped on his chest. Liquid continued leaking from my pussy and as the swell of the orgasm faded, the agony of his cock in my channel settled in.
I twitched, and quickly froze, hissing in agony. I’d never experienced such a foreign pleasurable pain.
Asher’s lips tightened and his hands smoothed down my sides, dipping to play with my slick clit. My pussy pulsed and shot another slice of agony to my depths. Crying out, I wrapped my hand around his wrist. He lifted his half-lidded blue gaze to mine. One of his hands lifted to my shirt and with a jerk, he tore it off.
“Such pretty brown nipples,” he murmured into my skin. His praise made my body clench around his pierced cock and I whimpered again, but I no longer knew if it was from pain or pleasure. It melded together in a pot of utter lust.