Asher didn’t stop kissing her, his grip on her waist tightening as though he was anchoring her to him. He pulled her closer, so close that every breath, every heartbeat of his was pressed against her.
There was no room for thought, only the fire that spread through her veins. Possessive and demanding, his tongue teased and tasted her, coaxing an unintentional growl from her throat. Their tongues tangled heatedly, an intoxicating battle of dominance and surrender. Violet melted into him, her mind completely overwhelmed.
When he pulled back, her lips tingled, and her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. But Asher wasn’t finished.
"Where did he touch you?" Asher asked, his breath ghosting over her swollen lips.
Violet’s eyes widened, her cheeks flaming with heat. Everywhere. That was where he touched her. But she couldn’t answer that. No, she wouldn’t. No way in hell. But Asher saw through her embarrassment, a slow, wicked smirk curling his lips. His teeth glinted, his canines sharper, and longer than they should have been.
"Don’t worry," He murmured, his voice like silk and steel, "I’ll find it myself. Let it not be said you gave in to temptation and cheated on your precious Alaric. No, my little queen. I’ll take the blame. I’ll be the villain again, don’t you think?"
Before she could protest, his mouth claimed hers once more, drowning out the faint whispers of reason struggling to surface. This kiss was darker, more erotic, a deliberate push on his part to break the last of her resolve. And true to his word, Asher sought her out.
Violet flinched when his hand slid beneath her skirt, her instincts making her try to stop him. But Asher deepened the kiss, his lips and tongue drawing her into a whirlwind of sensations until resistance was forgotten.
Unlike Alaric, who was careful and gentle, Asher was raw and unrestrained. His finger found her entrance, and then he thrusted inside, claiming what had been untouched by anyone else. Violet moaned, breaking the kiss to stare at him in wide-eyed shock, her breath catching in her throat.
"I told you I’d find it," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
But she knew that wasn’t the spot he meant to find. No, Asher was claiming the other part that had been unsullied by Alaric, staking his territory with unapologetic pride. The proud glint in his eyes told her as much.
His eyes gleamed with possessiveness as he added, "Yes, my little queen, keep your eyes on me. Watch as I own you."
Her hand gripped the back of his neck tightly, her other tangling in his hair as a helpless moan escaped her lips.
"Oh God," she whimpered, her head tilting back as he thrust deeper and faster.
"Yes, my queen," Asher purred, his voice a dark caress against her ear. "Moan aloud. Do not stop on my account."
It was too much, the combination of his filthy words and the way he moved inside her. Violet buried her face against his neck, ashamed of the uninhibited sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips but unable to stop them.
Asher didn’t let up either, that single digit moving inside of her with intention, pushing her closer and closer until she was teetering on the brink. God, he would be the death of her.
"You’re close now," he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "Let go for me. Break for me, my little queen."
And then she did.
The pleasure hit her like the collison of a train, crashing over her in an unrelenting rush till every bone in her was broken. Violet cried out, her body tensing, her nails digging into Asher’s shoulders so hard she was sure she’d leave marks.
Asher in question didn’t stop, his fingers coaxing every last shudder from her, drawing out her climax until she was spiraling into a second release. She didn’t know whether to beg for mercy or more.
"Asher, please," she choked out, begging.
And he did just as she asked.
Violet shattered in his arms for a second time, whimpering, crying as the storm within her finally subsided.
She slumped against him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she clung to him, her legs barely able to hold her weight.
Asher withdrew his fingers slowly, watching her with predatory satisfaction as she leaned heavily against the table behind her, struggling to catch her breath. But he wasn’t done yet. Violet’s wide eyes locked onto him as he brought his glistening finger to his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers.
He sucked his finger clean, savoring every drop as if it were precious with his dark slitted eyes locked onto hers as he moaned low in his throat, a sound so sinful it sent another shiver down her spine.
"By the gods," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You taste like heaven itself."
Asher’s gaze roamed over her, devouring every detail of her disheveled state. Her hair fell in wild tangles around her flushed face, her lips swollen.
The sight of her, undone and trembling, sent a dark satisfaction surging through him. His expression was one of triumph, predatory and unrelenting, as if he had won a battle only he had been fighting.
"You’re a virgin," Asher said suddenly, the words falling over the room like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes narrowed, dark and knowing. "I can smell your virgin blood."
She froze, the air whooshing out of her lungs at once. For a moment, Violet couldn’t move, couldn’t even think, her blood running so cold it felt as though her veins had frozen over. But then, like a fire igniting in her chest, anger roared to life. How dare he? How dare he reduce her to this? Her fury exploded, and she shoved at his chest with all the strength she could muster.
"You’re a fucking bastard!" Violet snapped, her voice shaking with rage, but Asher barely moved under her assault.
Instead, his hands shot out, grabbing her wrists with an iron grip. He pulled her closer, his strength overpowering hers with an effortless ease. She struggled, twisting and thrashing in his hold, but it was no use. His grip tightened until she was forced to stop, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Enough," Asher growled, his voice low and dangerous, a threat wrapped in velvet. "Listen carefully, little queen."
His face was inches from hers, his gaze piercing. There was an edge to him, something unyielding and possessive that made her blood boil with a mix of fury and trepidation.
"I don’t care what you do with Alaric," he said, his tone deceptively calm, though the edge of danger beneath it was glaring as daylight. "Play your games, let him think he’s won your heart. It makes no difference to me."
Violet opened her mouth to snap back, but Asher cut her off, his grip on her wrists tightening just enough to make her pause.
"But mark my words," he continued, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper that made her shiver. "Your first time? That’s mine. I saw you first. You’re mine."
Violet’s heart pounded in her chest, fear and fury battling for dominance. She glared up at him, her lips parted to protest, but his next words stole the breath from her lungs.
"Defy me. Give yourself to him, and I will kill him myself." Asher’s tone was cold, utterly devoid of mercy, as though he were stating an unchangeable fact. "I’ll rip him apart, piece by piece, and I’ll make sure you’re there to see it. So go ahead, little queen. Test me."