Warning: This chapter contains mature content
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Valeria trembled with pleasure. Something was building up and about to explode. It overwhelmed her, and her hips tried to escape his skilled mouth, but Asher didn't let them and just grabbed her legs tighter to hold her in place.
Valeria remembered this feeling from when the King had touched her, but then she had been filled with fear of the high, while now she was chasing it. "Oh Lord... Asher... please..." she whimpered, and Asher hummed in agreement against her heat, doubling his affords.
"Come for me, love." And with that, Valeria unraveled and reached her climax. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds she was making. It felt incredible, and she could only throw her head back as her legs trembled.
Asher didn't let her hips move away from him and lapped up her wetness like a starved man. Only when Valeria's trembling stopped did he lift his head from between her legs with a grin. Valeria looked down at him, her face turning even redder as she saw the lower half of his face glistening with wetness and Asher wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He moved over her again and kissed her, and she could taste herself on his tongue. "You're so perfect. I could eat you all day," Asher murmured against her lips.
"No thanks... that was the most embarrassing experience of my life."
Asher laughed at her words. "But you didn't seem so embarrassed when you shamelessly moaned and thrust your hips into my face."
Valeria looked up at him with teary eyes and slapped him on the shoulder. "Asher!"
He took pity on her when he heard her trembling voice and kissed her gently. "It's all right, love. You were perfect, and there is nothing to be ashamed of."
Asher paused for a second, just admiring her as he caressed her cheek with one hand. His other hand rested on the bed next to her head so he could prop himself up above her. For Asher, holding Valeria like this felt like a dream. The girl who had once been a thorn in his side was now the woman he wanted to protect with his entire being. She had suffered enough and deserved the world, which he would gladly give her.
"You're staring. Am I that beautiful?" Valeria asked, perhaps to finally make him nervous, but he just laughed.
"Yes, you are, but you are more beautiful when no words leave your lips and the greatest beauty when your face contorts in pleasure and you moan my name."
Valeria blushed again. This man was shameless! "Stop teasing me," she grumbled.
"Okay, okay. If it's too much for the lady, I'll stop." He paused for a second. "Do you want to continue? Go all the way?" he asked quietly.
Valeria didn't hesitate and nodded. She didn't care about the consequences. She was ready to take her fate into her own hands instead of just waiting for people to take things away from her. She didn't care about the King's wrath right now. She knew that they would probably never have a future together where they could live in safety and peace, but she would take anything she could get.
Maybe she only fell for him to fight her fate, to rebel against the King and the Lord above, but she would just enjoy her time with Asher.
"I want this. Let us continue," she said quietly, determined.
Asher didn't waste a second and kissed her as he spread her legs and sat between them. "I'm going to push my finger in so you can get used to feeling something inside you before I take you," he explained to her so she wouldn't be overwhelmed.
A small gasp left her lips as she felt his finger go inside. It felt strange at first but quickly turned into pleasure. A second and third finger were added until Asher was sure she was prepared enough so it wouldn't hurt too much.
"Now I'm going to put my manhood in. If it hurts, tell me to stop, okay?"
His fingering aroused Valeria, and she really needed him now. "Yes... okay..." she said a little breathlessly.
And with that, Asher slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch. Valeria felt some discomfort but no real pain as he prepared her thoroughly. Once inside, he paused for a second, but it was hard to control himself and not just slam into her. She felt perfect around him.
"Are you all right? Tell me when I can move." His voice was hoarse and deep, and it almost sounded like he was growling.
Valeria closed her eyes for a second to get used to his size and the new sensation. She could not believe she had done it. Now there was no turning back.
"You can move."
And that was all it took for Asher to start moving his hips. He was still careful as he pulled all the way out and pushed back in at once. He repeated it again and again. Hearing Valeria's moans, his movements intensified, thrusting harder until they were lost in pleasure.
He made Valeria come as he teased her clit, and just as he was about to come, he pulled out and came on her stomach. With Valeria already in danger, he could not risk an accident.
He collapsed on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. "Are you all right?"
Valeria's breathing was ragged, and she was a little overwhelmed, but what they did felt freeing and exhilarating. It felt like she was regaining some control over her life.
"Yes, I am," she murmured.
Asher got up and cleaned her with a wet washcloth, and then she fell asleep in his arms. That night, she felt cherished, adored, and—above all—free.