Page 156 of Gravehouse

He cups my neck harder, keeping me against him.

“I need you.” His voice cracks, grip tensing. “I swear to fucking God, Ivy, I need you. I love you. I don’t care about heirs, bloodlines, the codex, or any of that shit. They can carve my name off every wall on this island. They can burn La Maison to the fucking ground.”

My eyes sting until hot tears spill over my cheeks. “Asher…”

“I choose you.”

“I’m—I’d never ask you to!” I fist both hands in his jacket.

Fuck it. I kiss him.

He steps us back as his tongue slips between my lips.

Home. He’s home.

His hands land on my ass, dragging me over the thick line of his cock and suddenly he’s not close enough. Not fucking inside me.

With every deep thrust of his tongue, my hunger grows, until a primal sound escapes between us. Teeth catch my lower lip before he licks the sting away.

Air brushes my stomach as his fingers shove past the waistband of my pants, cupping my bare pussy.

“Soaked,” he growls against my mouth. “Been waiting for me?”

My answer is my thumbnail catching on his zipper, yanking it down, shoving denim and thermal aside until hot silk meets my palm.

Bark catches my sweater, snow crunching under his boots as he lifts me. Fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to bruise, then I’m airborne for half a second before he drops me over his cock.

I choke on a scream, half pain and half desperate relief, as he fills me too fast, too deep, stretching me with every thick inch.

“Fucking perfect,” he growls against my neck.“Always so wet for me, Venom. Because your body knows it’s mine.”

His hips snap forward, driving me harder against the tree. The impact rattles through my skull, stars bursting behind my eyes. I claw at his shoulders as he drives into me without slowing.

Grinding deep, he pauses at the hilt.

God, it’s almost too much.

“Ash,” I breathe, the word dissolving into a moan as he grinds his pelvis against mine, that slow pressure sending liquid heat right through my pussy.

He pulls out slowly, dragging every ridge and vein against me before slamming back in.

So thick—so fucking thick I'm going to split open.

“Yeah,” he smirks against my throat. “This is yours. Don't ever fucking second guess this shit again.”

He fucks me fast and dirty, each thrust driving me higher up the tree until my fingers sink into his shoulders.

“So tight,” he grits out, forehead pressing to mine. “Been thinking about this for six months.”

I can’t form words. Each stroke takes the air out of me and leaves a broken sound that sounds awfully similar to his name.

He works hard circles over my clit in rhythm with his thrusts until my thighs shake.

I drag my nails down his back, riding his aggression and chasing every god-damned thing he's feeding me.

“Come—" his breath catches, dropping to a lazy groan. "Fuck. Come on my cock, baby.”

Holy shit—my pussy grips him for a single moment, before every organ in my body explodes in a rush.