Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
With every deep thrust of his tongue, my hunger grows, until a primal sound escapes between us. Teeth catch my lower lip before he licks the sting away.
Air brushes my stomach as his fingers shove past the waistband of my pants, cupping my bare pussy.
“Soaked,” he growls against my mouth. “Been waiting for me?”
My answer is my thumbnail catching on his zipper, yanking it down, shoving denim and thermal aside until hot silk meets my palm.
Bark catches my sweater, snow crunching under his boots as he lifts me. Fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to bruise, then I’m airborne for half a second before he drops me over his cock.
I choke on a scream, half pain and half desperate relief, as he fills me too fast, too deep, stretching me with every thick inch.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls against my neck.“Always so wet for me, Venom. Because your body knows it’s mine.”
His hips snap forward, driving me harder against the tree. The impact rattles through my skull, stars bursting behind my eyes. I claw at his shoulders as he drives into me without slowing.
Grinding deep, he pauses at the hilt.
God, it’s almost too much.
“Ash,” I breathe, the word dissolving into a moan as he grinds his pelvis against mine, that slow pressure sending liquid heat right through my pussy.
He pulls out slowly, dragging every ridge and vein against me before slamming back in.
So thick—so fucking thick I'm going to split open.
“Yeah,” he smirks against my throat. “This is yours. Don't ever fucking second guess this shit again.”
He fucks me fast and dirty, each thrust driving me higher up the tree until my fingers sink into his shoulders.
“So tight,” he grits out, forehead pressing to mine. “Been thinking about this for six months.”
I can’t form words. Each stroke takes the air out of me and leaves a broken sound that sounds awfully similar to his name.
He works hard circles over my clit in rhythm with his thrusts until my thighs shake.
I drag my nails down his back, riding his aggression and chasing every god-damned thing he's feeding me.
“Come—" his breath catches, dropping to a lazy groan. "Fuck. Come on my cock, baby.”
Holy shit—my pussy grips him for a single moment, before every organ in my body explodes in a rush.
His thrusts become heavy, each one hitting hard. “Yours.”
I’m still trembling through my first orgasm when he buries his face in my neck. Every growl, moan, fucking pant, all turn nuclear when his release rips a second one out of me with a muffled scream.
We stay exactly like this, forehead resting against my temple until our breathing slows.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, before kissing the choker. “Always mine.”
“Yes." I lift my palm to his cheek. “Always yours.”
His eyes close, every muscle in his shoulder loosening as he shifts his weight while still buried inside me.
I tense.
He swipes my lip with his thumb. “We should get you inside before you freeze to death.”
“Whose fault is that?” I side-eye him, pulling down my shirt.
“Yours.” He kisses my nose. “For leaving.”
That shuts me up.
Asher grins. "Race you to the bottom.”
“What? So you can let me win again?” I say, brow arched.
“I never let you win.” He kisses me again once we’re decent, pulling me under his arm. “I just prefer the view from back here.”
I shove him playfully as I slip forward.
Wind tears at my ears as the mountain streaks past, and I let the board fly. Asher rides close behind, his board hissing through the snow at my back. Driving my edge in, ice sprays out as I skid to a stop when we hit the bottom entrance to the manor.
Every good feeling disappears when I see who’s standing beneath the canopy near the pool, the fire painting her silhouette in amber.
My mother.
Asher pulls up beside me and gets a boot free, his hand already on my hip. His squeeze is possessive as his mouth skims the top of my head.
“Hear her out.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.” His thumb traces a slow circle over my jacket. “Do it anyway.”
I stare at her across the pillow of snow. She hasn’t moved. It wasn’t her fault. I know that. I’ve known it for months, ever since the truth clawed its way out of Emeric’s grave. She didn’t abandon me. She didn’t choose any of it. But knowing that doesn’t fill the hollowed space of her overall absence.
“Ivy.” Asher’s voice drops, that low register he uses when he’s giving me orders in bed. “Venom. Look at me.”
I look.
Firelight flickers across his eyes, bleaching them almost colorless. “Give her five minutes. If she wastes them, I’ll drag her back to Désamour myself.”
He kisses me again, slower this time.
I pull my beanie off and shake out my hair. Amélie watches me cross the snow, and up close, our shared genetics become more and more obvious.