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Asher rose upward from the chair, one arm looped around Violet’s waist, while the other cradled the back of her head carefully.

Their mouths collided again, harder, needier, with nothing polite about it now.

Teeth clashed and their tongues tangled with one another, heat crackling between them like wildfire.

Violet wrapped her legs around his hips instinctively, gasping into his mouth as her back slammed gently against the wall, the gold chains behind her clinking.

Asher’s hands roamed her body hungrily. He gripped her thighs, her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft curve with bruising intent. "You drive me insane," he growled against her lips.

"Good," she whispered, breathless. "I’m only getting started."

He rolled his hips into hers, the friction shooting sparks down her spine. Violet moaned as he kissed down her jaw, her throat, tugging the corset just low enough to drag his mouth across her breast. Her head lolled back against the wall, a cry escaping her lips that she didn’t even try to hold in.

"Say it again," he rasped. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut, her whole body aching for more.

"No." Asher lips trailed back up to her ear, biting gently. "Look at me and say it."

Violet’s golden eyes met his, hazy and wrecked. "I’m yours, Asher. Completely."

Something in Asher snapped.

In one smooth motion, he carried her to the low chaise in the corner, laying her down like she was both his altar and his sacrifice. The room’s low light wrapped around them, shadows dancing along their skin as Asher kissed his way down her stomach, branding her with each press of his lips.

And when the Nightshade prince knelt between her thighs, reverently, hungry, and wholly unholy, Violet knew the lap dance had merely been the ignition and what came after was the fire.

Asher’s eyes gleamed up at her like a wolf kneeling before his queen, not in submission, but in promise.

Violet’s breath hitched as he pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, slow and purposely.

He kissed higher and higher and then higher.

Asher was taunting her with each touch. It was a vow. A fire-starter.

Violet could barely think. Her fingers threaded through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her hips twitching beneath the weight of want. "Asher..."

He hummed against her skin like her name was the only prayer he’d ever learned. "You gave me a show," he murmured, voice rough with restraint. "Now let me worship the performer."

He ripped the material that was in his way, and spread her thighs farther apart, the moan escaping her lips ragged, and needy. Violet was slick with anticipation, breathless under the club’s lights that painted their bodies in warm, decadent hues.

The music still pulsed in the background, slow, dark, dripping with temptation, and moving in time with his kisses as he reached the part of her that throbbed with need.

Asher took the whole of her clit into his mouth and Violet’s back arched. She let out a strangled sound, not even sure what language it was.

He didn’t let up. His tongue was both cruel and kind, playful one moment and devastating the next. He was slow—God, so slow—drawing out every shudder, every whimper, until her legs were trembling and her hands were fisted.

When her climax hit, it wasn’t a spark but an explosion. Violet’s whole body bowed, and she cried out his name like a promise and a curse. But even then, Asher didn’t stop. He held her there, flicking, licking and sucking through the aftershocks, drinking in every broken sound she made.

By the time Asher kissed his way back up her body, Violet was an utter wreck. She was heaving, covered in sweat and definitely seeing stars.

He hovered over her, lips brushing her cheek, her jaw, her temple. "Do you know what you do to me, Violet Purple?"

She opened her eyes and gave a breathless smile. "Ruin you?"

"Worse," Asher whispered against her lips. "You make me beg while I’m used to taking."

Then he kissed her again deep and slow, and she tasted herself on his tongue.

Suddenly, Violet shifted beneath him, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Lie back," she commanded him.

Asher obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding as Violet undid his belt, slid down his zipper, and freed his already hard dick.

She straddled him, the heat of her thighs sliding over his hips like silk dipped in fire. Her hands anchored on his chest, nails biting into muscle as she rolled her hips forward. Slowly, agonizingly inch by inch, Violet sank onto him and they both gasped.

Violet closed her eyes as she sheathed him inside her, the stretch a delicious burn, the connection between them instant and maddening. Asher’s hands flew to her hips, but she caught them and pinned them above his head.

"Uh-uh," she whispered with a wicked grin. "I’m in charge now."

And Goddess, did she mean it.

Violet began to move, rolling her hips in slow, tight circles that had Asher cursing under his breath.

Her pace was torturous. She’d rise until he was barely inside her, then sink again with a moan that made him twitch beneath her.

The control, the confidence and the slick, perfect drag of her pussy gripping his dick shattered every thought in his head.

"Violet..." Asher rasped.

Violet leaned down, her breasts pressing against his hard chest, the brush of her pebbled nipples sending jolts of sensation through her body. Her lips hovered just over his, taunting. "You like that, Alpha?" she smirked darkly. "... Or would you prefer, Daddy?"

Asher growled, trying to lift his hips, but she planted a hand on his throat, not choking, just firm enough to remind him who ruled this moment.

Violet rode him harder now, pleasure making her thighs tremble, and her breath catching with every bounce. The room was heat and haze, the lights dancing across her body as she lost herself to the feeling.

Asher couldn’t take his eyes off her. He was mesmerized by the way her head tilted back, the way her hair cascaded down her back, her cheeks flushed, and lips parted as she whispered his name like a benediction. He was done for.

When her walls fluttered around him and her moan turned to a cry, Asher knew she was close. His hands broke free, flying to her waist as he bucked up, meeting her thrusts with reckless intensity until she was pounding down as fast as she could.

"Come for me," Asher groaned, "Right here, Violet, on me. Let me feel it."

Violet broke with a scream, the sound raw and aching as she shattered around him. Her entire body convulsed, locking around his dick and, pulling him deeper.

That was all it took. Asher followed almost immediately, hips stuttering, a growl ripped from his throat as he emptied his seed into Violet, gripping her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.

They collapsed into each other, spent, and breathless. It was in that moment, with their bodies still humming from what they’d shared, that Asher looked up and froze.

Violet felt the shift in him instantly and her grip tightened just a little.

"What is it?" she asked, still breathless, her brows furrowed.

Asher stared into her eyes but the eerie glow he swore he’d seen seconds ago was gone. Now, they were just her usual golden eyes, warm and human.

"Asher?" Violet asked again. "What is it?"

He opened his mouth to respond, only to feel something warm trickle down his nose. Asher reached up and touched it, only for his fingers to come up bloodied.

"What the hell?" he whispered.

"Asher?" There was fear in her voice now.

He looked at her, and tried to smile. "Don’t worry. It’s—"

Asher never got to finish, his body jerked violently once and then again.

"Asher!" Violet screamed, scrambling as Asher began to convulse right in front of her, his body writhing, and his eyes rolling back.