Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

ASHER

I watch her, every inch of her body moving on top of me, riding me like she’s in a frenzy, lost in the moment. Her hips roll with a hunger I can’t fucking ignore, pulling me closer to the edge as she moans, her head thrown back in pleasure. It’s almost too much to handle—too fucking good. She’s tight, her slick heat swallowing me, every movement sending shockwaves of raw pleasure coursing through me.

Her hands brace against my chest, her nails digging into my vest as she rides faster, pushing herself harder, taking me deeper with each roll of her hips. I can feel every inch of her, feel the way pussy pulses, clenches down around me, almost as if she’s trying to hold me inside her. It’s fucking intoxicating—like nothing else matters but this moment, this connection between us.

She feels it, too. My sweet doe is losing herself in it.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I mutter, my voice rough, low. My hands move to her hips, guiding her movements, pushing her down harder, making her take every inch of me hard and fast. “You like that? You like how deep I can go?”

Her breath quickens, her eyes squeezing shut as she rides me with more desperation. “Yes… yes, don’t stop. Please…”

She’s losing it. I know it’s too much for her, but it’s too fucking good. Her movements are wild now, erratic, and I’m right there with her, matching her rhythm, each thrust building the tension between us.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper against her skin through the cotton mask. “You’re mine now, sweet doe. Every breath you take, every shiver that runs through you will remind you of who owns you. No more running. It’s time to surrender. You hear me? Mine .”

She moans, the sound almost inaudible, but I catch it. The way she’s getting lost in this, in me. She already came on my cock once, but when her body shudders, I know she’s close again. I can feel it. Her walls are tightening around me, like she’s trying to keep me inside her. She’s desperate for it. I can’t help but push harder, meeting her thrusts, driving deeper, taking her exactly the way I want.

The mask... she lifts it, just enough to expose my lips, her fingers trembling as they peel it off my face. Her lips crash down on mine with a carnal need, and for a moment, I can’t tell where her breath ends and mine begins. She moves against me with ferocity, our bodies locked in an almost primal rhythm. My hands grip her hips tighter, pulling her down harder, guiding her movements as we both chase the edge of release.

Her body presses closer, her huge tits pressed firmly up against my chest as if she can’t get enough, as if my sweet doe wants to drown in me.

Fuck, I am utterly consumed by her heat, the slick glide of her skin against mine, the way her breath hitches with every inch of me she takes.

I guide her harder, deeper, feeling the pulse of her movements, the way she shudders against me, her breath now mingling with mine as we get lost in the rhythm of each other’s desire. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect , I can barely think, barely breathe, just driven by instinct. The heady rush of pleasure builds with each grind, each pull of her body against mine.

Her hands claw at my vest as she throws herself forward, her lips brushing over my jaw, my neck. She’s wild, hungry, desperate, and it drives me crazy. Her body trembles, and I feel every inch of her as she gets closer, her moans rising in pitch.

“Come on, baby,” I growl against her lips, my voice hoarse, desperate. “Fucking give it to me. Let. Go.”

With a final thrust, she does. Her back arches, her mouth falling open as she finally comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her release. The tightness around me pushes me over the edge. My balls tighten with impending release, and I can’t hold back any longer. I bury myself deep within her, a final, guttural groan escaping my lips as I let go, filling her with every fucking drop I have to give.

“Fuck,” I groan, gripping her hips tightly as I hold her down against me, forcing her to take every inch, every bit of me.

As we both come down from the high, our breaths still shallow and ragged, she suddenly pulls the mask entirely off.

Fuck .

For a second, everything stops. Time freezes.

Her eyes, half-lidded, flutter open, and when they meet mine— realization crashes into her. The joy, the ecstasy in her face falters, replaced by something else entirely— horror . She stiffens, her entire body going still, her gaze locked onto mine in disbelief. The breath hitches in her chest, and she pulls away, slowly, like she’s seen a ghost, but it’s not the one she’s been fantasizing about.

I let her climb all the way off of me before I stand, my body cold despite the heat of our exchange, the intimacy shattering in an instant. A dark laugh bubbles up from deep in my chest as I tuck myself away.

“Crazy how much we look alike, isn’t it?” I ask, my voice dark with satisfaction, dripping with something far less innocent than she ever imagined.

Her wide, panicked eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I savor the fear. The shock. I know what she’s thinking— This isn’t him. This isn’t Alex.

She’s breathing fast now, her gaze darting around, as if looking for an escape, some way to make sense of the moment. But there’s no running from this. She doesn’t understand how she ended up here, with me. She doesn’t know how long I’ve been planning this, how carefully I’ve been setting this game in motion.

The realization hits her like a freight train. The part of her that was wondering how Alex changed so suddenly, how everything felt so different —she was so caught up in the moment, so deep in the thrill of the chase, she didn’t care.

Her eyes flicker between confusion and disbelief, the pieces slowly coming together. But it’s too late. There’s no going back.

“Who are you?” she asks in a panic.

“You were never meant to be his, my sweet doe.” My voice is soft, and the words come out like a caress. “You were always meant to be mine .”

To be continued…