With my free hand, I tilt her chin up so I can look into her jewel-toned eyes. “Are you sure?”
Asha visibly swallows but nods again. “I am. For just a moment … make me forget.”
My cock, now as rock-hard as the stone around us, stands at full mast. I place a gentle kiss on her lips and rest my forehead on hers before I lose the cloth and stroke her folds.
Asha gasps.
“Are you a virgin, my love?” I ask softly.
“They… They…”
“The orderlies assaulted you, didn’t they? Did they penetrate you?”
Asha’s lip trembles. “Yes,” she whispers.
I can feel the shame emanating from her in waves, and it kills me. “This will not be like that, my queen,” I swear, hot, righteous rage building in my soul. I feel like a great fiery volcano ready to erupt.I will kill those fucking bastards!
“I will not hurt you. It will feel good. I promise. Just relax and hold me.” I pull Asha through the pool and onto my lap as I sit on a submerged, solid ledge. My cock rests firmly at attentionagainst her slim belly as I reach between her legs.
Asha wraps her arms around my neck and nestles her face into the confluence of my shoulder. “I want to be yours, Erik,” she whispers in a breathy exhalation. “Please.”
I grasp her ass, kneading it in my palm as my fingers seek out her pleasure. “You are mine, always, witch,” I answer, resting my chin upon her shoulder. “Now, close your eyes. Don’t think. Just feel.”
Chapter Nine
Asha
I grip Erik tightly, the crescents of my nails digging into his back as his thumb circles and massages a point hidden within my folds, and I can’t help the desperate moan that escapes my lips in response. My insides throb in time with my racing heartbeat, and a pulsing heat grows steadily between my legs. I feel one finger slip inside me, and soon his masterful ministrations have me grinding against his hand with desperate need.
Erik nips at my earlobe in response, kissing down my neck as a second finger slides in. He explores deeper, stretching me before he grasps my ass firmly and begins to pump, his fingers pistoning back and forth.
I find myself raising my hips only to slam them back down against his knowing hand with wanton pleasure. I’ve never felt like this before. Having been as sheltered as I have since my womanhood presented itself, I have no idea what to think or expect as the delicious, foreign sensations ripple through me. I know only that a man and woman can create children together. And that the act of coupling has been used in sacred, potent ritual magics for centuries beyond memory.
Don’t think. Just feel.Erik’s words echo in my mind. So, I do just that—I listen to my alpha. I give in to instinct, to my wet, hot body, and focus on what every inch of me feels as my mate ravishes me in the gorgeous mountain pool. Trusting some internal, carnal knowledge, I cling to Erik with one arm and delve into the water between us with the other. I find his manhood, thick, long, and solid, pressing against his belly. Grasping it with uncertainty, I begin to stroke him, my fingers running his length.
Erik shudders against me, and despite my moans andintermittent gasps, my lips crack with a delighted and devious smile. The thought that my touch could elicit such a response from my mate thrills me. I grasp him more firmly, working him from the shaft and up with increasing speed and vigor.
“Goddess be merciful,” Erik hisses, burying his face into my neck.
I feel his teeth graze the skin of my neck, and I pull back, mashing my lips to his with an insatiable need.
Eagerly, his lips part, his tongue entangling with mine. Desperate, desire-fueled gasps escape us both as we break our breathless kiss to stare into each other’s eyes.
“I want you, Erik. Claim me. Make me your queen.”
Erik’s gaze burns with passion, his lower lip slack with lust as he grips my chin. “I have never wanted anything more,” he says with a growl. Seizing my hips, he repositions me before enveloping my mouth with his once more.
Fingers lacing through his long black hair, I feel his manhood pressing at my opening. The pressure slowly builds as he pulls me down, guiding me to take him. My breath rushes past my teeth as he stretches me further than I thought possible. My insides clench against him.
“Easy, my love. Relax and breathe, then exhale, and take all of me.”
“Oh, my Goddess,” I choke out as he draws me down even further—his grip on my hips like a blacksmith’s vise.
“We’re there, mate,” says Erik. He reaches up to tenderly touch my face, the backs of his fingers brushing my cheek.
I open my eyes. I didn’t realize I’d closed them. I squirm, adjusting on his lap.I can feel him. All of him.“It aches,” I whisper. “You’re so big.”
“The feeling will pass,” he promises. “You were made for me. Soon, there will be nothing but pleasure.” Without another word, he raises me, then brings me down, groaning all the while.