Willing (The Un 1) - Page 102

He grins back at me. “You’re so beautiful when you’re angry.”

Snarling, I finally give into my hunger and strike, going straight for his throat.

My fangs sink deep into his neck and his blood gushes into my mouth.

It’s so fucking sweet, so fucking delicious, my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.

“Yes,” Asher groans, his arms coming around me and yanking me closer. “Drink from me, my love. Take all that you want.”

My hands push on his shoulders and my thighs tighten around his waist, pinning him beneath me and holding him in place so he can’t get away.

Starved, I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. I’m an animal operating on pure instinct. Desperate to quench the thirst.

With each mouthful, I feel the chill in my veins fading. With each gulping swallow, a bit of my sanity returns.

Embracing me lovingly in his arms, Asher pets my hair and whispers sweet words of encouragement.

Telling me to take more and more.

Telling me I can have all of him.

There is nothing he’d deny me.

His words begin to fill my head, chasing away my inner demon.

Until he’s all that’s left.

Gradually the red haze melts away and a new hunger begins to form.

I become aware of the way I’m straddling him. My breasts pressing hard against his bloody chest.

Still a creature acting on urges, I shift my hips, wanting the erection stabbing my thigh rubbing against my clit.

Sensing my thoughts changing direction, Asher’s palm strokes down my back before he grabs my ass and squeezes.

More encouragement to take what I want from him.

At least that’s the way my brain processes it.

Moving with each squeeze of his hand, I rub myself against him. Dragging my clit along the stiff length trapped inside his pants.

Each stroke is like striking a spark, igniting a fire in my core.

With his blood now pumping headily through my veins, my pussy throbs to life. Soaked and aching with emptiness.

I want him inside me as I feed. I want to feel whole again.

The moment the thought flares into existence, Asher growls and flips me over to my back.

Afraid he’ll push me off, I cling to him as he reaches between us and fumbles with his pants.

My fear proves to be unfounded. A mere second later he’s thrusting into me, filling me up with his thickness.

Your wish is my command, he says huskily inside my head.

The very same words he spoke when he stripped me of my innocence.

Drawing his hips back, he drives back into me. His pace brutal and relentless. Whatever you want of me, you shall have it.

My lips clamp down on his neck and my hips rise up to meet his. My body eager to shatter the wall the hunger built between us.

If that means being your villain, then so be it.

Our skin claps together.

There is no grace or thought to our movements.

Just raw animal desire directing our purpose—to be one again.

You can blame me for the things that you do, for your very nature, Asher growls inside my head. But remember, my angel, I’m not the one who marked you. I only unlocked your potential and claimed what is rightfully mine.

Harder and harder, he pounds into me. The crown of his cock slamming into the entrance of my womb. There’s a bite of pain, but I welcome it. I welcome the sharp edges of his hips bruising my thighs.

I welcome his aggression, feeling as if I deserve the treatment.

If you want to blame someone for what you’ve become, blame your Creator! Ask Him why we are what we are. Ask Him why He bound us together.

There’s something extremely cathartic about accepting his violent need as punishment. I crave his anger. I crave his passion.

Because he’s right.

I’ve wrongly blamed him for things he had no control over. If anyone deserves blame, it’s me. I’m the one who put him through hell. Time and time again.

I don’t deserve the credit! Dropping his chin, Asher unleashes the power only I can handle. His cock driving into me with supernatural speed.

But be sure, if I had the power, if I had the choice, I would have marked you myself. I would have bound you to me for all of eternity.

Mouth finding my shoulder, he sinks his fangs in deep.

For you are mine, and you are perfect! he roars as we both reach our peak.

The bond between us blasts open, our emotions and sensations flowing freely.

There are no secrets, no resentments. No questions.

Only mutual pleasure and acceptance.

Finally releasing my own bite, I moan into his ear, lost in the intensity of feeling him come as I come.

There is nothing like it, and I’ll probably always be amazed by it.

Feeling him pour his very soul into me while my pussy greedily squeezes and milks the cum from his cock will forever be mind-blowing.

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