4. Alethea

Alethea 

I know I should run, considering Selena's warning and the text I got. But as I meet Asher's piercing gaze, my resolve crumbles, as my knees weaken.

His eyes flash with desire, and he closes the distance between us. His hands cradle my face, his thumbs tracing my cheeks.

"Alethea," he whispers, his breath mingling with mine, as we walk into a room, but every casual touch ignites electric sparks.

Once we get to the room, my palm rests on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The closeness overwhelms me, and I fight to clear my racing thoughts.

Asher's gaze locks onto mine, burning with desire. His green eyes darken, with a fierce hunger. He grips the back of my head firmly, pulling me closer.

I know I'm not thinking clearly as he pulls me closer and kisses me like a starving man. 

My mind shuts down completely.

His lips are anything but gentle, I feel myself melting into a pool of heat. 

This is the first time a man has touched me so intimately and roughly.

His hand drops to my waist, and every part of me becomes sensitive to his touch, making me tremble.

This is a terrible idea, but my mind is in a daze, throwing caution to the wind. It feels so good. I can't focus on anything but him.

His hand fists in my hair and his fingers knead my skin, leaving me breathless. His touch ignites a fire within me.

Asher's body pressed against mine, his strength enveloping me. I feel his heartbeat pounding against my chest.

"What do you want, Ally?" his breath brushed against my cheek before sliding to my neck.

"I just want you... to make me feel good," my voice trembling.

With a sudden motion, he rips the buttons off the back of my dress, sending them flying into the darkness. 

The fabric drops to the floor, leaving me standing before him, completely naked.

His hands claim my skin, and I bite the inside of my cheeks, trying to fight back the moan.

He kisses me with a bruising force, making me stumble. But he catches me, holding me close.

His kisses are fierce—nibbling, sucking—leaving marks on my skin as I cling tightly to his shirt.

He pushes me onto the bed, his body hovering over me. His heated gaze locked onto mine.

My thighs clench tightly as he takes in my hardened nipples. He spreads my legs and presses one of his fingers into my core. 

The sensation spreads through me like warmth.

He slides my pants down, settling himself between my legs. He leans down, kissing me softly at first, but then the kiss deepens with an intensity that makes my heart race while his finger continues to explore my folds.

"Look at me," he commands in a powerful tone, spreading through me like jelly.

I look into his eyes and see a hint of anger lurking there, mixed with desire. I've never experienced anything like this before.

My train of thought shuts down completely when I feel him push inside me roughly. 

I gasp as pain throbs in my lower abdomen, as if I’m being split in half.

"First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing.

I bite my lip to keep from answering, sensing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince.

Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort.

"So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out.

"Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so good.

"Eager to feel my cock," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice making me forget the pain.

His hands move to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples, making me squirm.

I turn my head to the side, biting the pillow, but it’s not enough to keep me sane.

The slow thrusts turn hard and fast, then faster. 

His groans are intoxicating, filling me with a satisfaction I’ve never felt before.

Every sensation heightens as his lips find my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. He kisses me everywhere, his hands holding me down as he takes me mercilessly.

I forget the pain; it’s all about the hot pleasure buzzing through every inch of my skin.

Something builds deep inside me, something that threatens to leave me shattered under him.

I come undone with a shallow scream against his neck, but he doesn’t stop. 

He flips me onto my stomach and slides back inside, taking me with familiar, quick strokes.

The stretch burns as he goes deeper, but the pleasure consumes me. I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me.

As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented.

Suddenly, his teeth sink into my earlobe, pain shooting through my flesh. I try to grasp the pillow, but it slips away.

"Mine..." He says in a low menacing voice whispers.

My consciousness begins to slip, and I gasp, fighting to stay awake.

"Wha—"

Everything fades to black.