Okay okay, here's the smut

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**Sexual content**

My legs quivered as Asra raised me higher. His hands were widespread across my ass, lifting me with ease. I felt the gentle brush of his shaft against my thigh before it settled between my folds.

"You sure you want me like this?" He breathed.

I squirmed, almost whining his name. "I said don't stop."

Asra's lips curled into a grin, and ever so slowly, he lowered me onto his width. My eyes fluttered closed as he sank inside me, but he was taking too long to move. Snapping my gaze toward him, he watched me with that damn annoying smirk.

With a huff, I sank my nails into his shoulders and pushed back. He grunted as I settled on his lap, and it was my turn to grin at him. Warmth pooled in my core at being filled, my heart racing as the thickness of him stretched me.

"Ride me, baby." Asra whispered.

I sucked in a sharp breath, securing my thighs against his body and my hands on his broad shoulders. Raising my hips slowly, my skin prickled with awareness of what was to come. Easing back over him, I chewed my lip, my entire body rising with goosebumps. The water sloshed around us gently, the pair of us hidden by the waterfall.

I picked up the pace, bouncing against him as my body accustomed itself to his size. It had felt like so long ago since he filled me so perfectly. Asra growled low, one hand gliding up the dampness of my back to cradle the back of my head. He pulled me in close, capturing my mouth with his own. I melted into his touch, gripping him tightly as my body spasmed with want.

Chasing my high, I clamped my muscles down on him, riding him with all I had. I slammed my hips against his thighs, ground my ass into him, squeezed him with everything I had. Asra released my mouth, a soft moan whispering across my skin as he sucked marks into my neck. He pulled me close, his fingers tight around my hair at the nape of my neck. I whimpered softly, restricted with my movements until he forced me to a stop.

My eyes locked onto his, pussy hot and burning with the need to release. "Asra..."

His eyes became hooded with lust, his lips turned red and sensual as he stared at me.

"My turn." He growled.

I gasped when he suddenly tore me from his lap. The water splashed loudly as he placed me on the top rock platform. He was the perfect height on his knees on the lower step. It was too perfect. I barely had enough space to rest my hands and knees, but Asra did not give me any other chance before he was sinking his cock back inside me. I moaned loudly as his thickness stretched me once more, my feet curling around the back of his thighs.

No longer in the water, the sounds of my wetness echoed through the small cave. He buried inside of me, slamming his cock into me so hard I jerked with every movement. I moaned his name, my nails scratching into the rock. My head kept bumping the wall with every thrust, so I bent down, lowering myself until my ass was in the air and I squished my head and arms beneath me.

It seemed to only please him further, and my lips curled into a grin when he cursed.

"Fucking hell, Tulip." He grunted. "So, fucking perfect."

Without a moment to think, my pussy quivered around him with another startling orgasm. Asra's lips parted, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he slowed his thrusts. When I finished, left a panting, heated mess, he smacked my ass, a quiet sign of more to come.

He grew frantic now, his cock slamming into me at a desperate pace I couldn't even keep up with. I let him use me, let him pound into me, grope me, grab me, as he chased his pleasure. I was a whimpering mess, submitting to his whim as my entire soul spiralled into another world. Asra spluttered words of appraisal at me, the one hand not on my ass sliding up and down my spine, curving my ass more into him.

"Goddess, Ailia. You are beautiful, so perfect, so amazing. Fucking..." He breathed, his voice drifting to a growl.

"Please, Asra." I begged. "Please, I need to..."

"Yes, baby, fuck." He hissed.

His hand snaked around my waist, forcing itself between the small ball I had found myself in. I cried out with pleasure when his finger found my clit, swirling against the overly-sensitive, swollen bud. I tensed, clamping down around him as the warmth built back inside of me.

I was so close, so, so, so fucking close.

My head span with pleasure, my breaths short and choppy from my odd positioning. Asra was teasing me with his fingers, but ramming me with his cock, and my pussy, despite its confusion, lapped it up. I lapped it up.

Then I felt it, the building, the burning pleasure that had me tightening around him. As I came undone, I felt Asra stiffen behind me.

"Yes, baby." He moaned.

His pace stammered, his groans stuttering as he slowed his frenzy. As my gut tightened around his cock, he flooded me with his release. I moaned softly as it flooded me, the warmth pooling inside of me. Asra whispered a soft word of encouragement, his hand loosening its hold on my ass to caress my spine, pushing my spine to curve for him.

I panted, my world dizzying.

The last tremors rocked my body as his cock stopped massaging my walls, and I exhaled softly.

"You got one more for me?" Asra wondered, bending down over me to nip at my shoulder.

I whimpered, unable to even think about responding to him. His hand snaked around my waist and I shivered when it found my clit again. With one hand pushing my shoulders down, the other brought me to another climax. It was fast, and it was sudden, and I clenched around his still hard member with a moan. The aftershocks caused me to shiver, and he moaned softly behind me, hissing that he was coming again. It surprised me, not understanding how a man could release so much, but I felt him twitch inside of me, spilling a part of himself inside of me without even thrusting.

"Asra..." I whined.

I was sweaty, hot, and exhausted. I think this is the most physical exercise I had done in a month. Asra's hands were tender as he held still behind me, hushing me, praising me.

"You did so well, Tulip."

My eyes fluttered closed, lips curling into a smile. "Asra..."

"Can you move?"

"I think you have to get out of me for that to happen." I whispered jokingly.

His chuckle melted my heart, and he murmured an agreement. Slowly, he pulled himself out of me, hissing softly. I grunted as I felt the wet warmth of our coupling drip down my thighs.

***end of sc***

"Oops?" He laughed softly.

I groaned as his hands wrapped beneath my shoulders, unfolding me from the pretzel position I found myself in. Asra chuckled as my legs shook, pulling me into his embrace.

"Want to sit for a while?" He wondered.

"Yes." I breathed. "On the lower step."

He helped guide me like a little lamb, my body woozy and weak. He had truly drained me of all my energy, my muscles unsure how they should be working. Asra was perfect, a solid piece of magnificence beside me, and I scowled at him as he lowered me down to sit.

"What?" He mused.

"You turned me to jelly." I tutted.

His laughter echoed around the small cave as he came to sit beside me. The lake water warmed my legs and lower half, soothing the ache between my thighs. Asra splashed as he moved, disrupting the gentle current, and I rolled my eyes at his choppy movements. We fell silent as I caught my breath and my bearings, closing my eyes and tilting my head back as I leaned back on my arms. The water was soothing, and truly, as much as it spurred on the coupling, it helped everything hurt less.

"I love you." He murmured. "I don't tell you enough."

I raised my head, turning to him in confusion. "What?"

"I don't say it enough."

I blinked. "Asra, I know you love me."

"Do you?" He frowned, cocking his head.

Now it was his turn to feel vulnerable. I lifted my hand, resting it on his arm.

"Of course. You don't have to say it. Sometimes just showing it is enough." I shook my head. "Love is an emotion, a feeling. You don't have to speak it, just show it."

"What if I don't show it enough?"

His innocent, vulnerable question had my stomach tightening. Asra was always a rock, rarely letting me into those complicated thoughts, but I had a branch now, something to climb to reach the next level.

"You do." I smiled, tracing my mark on his neck.

I watched with fascination as goosebumps rose on his tan skin, my eyes dropping to follow them along the darkness of his skin and tattoos. He sighed, his tenseness lessening as my fingers continued to trace lines across his tattoos.

"Will you get another?" I wondered.

"Another lover?" He spluttered, eyes wide.

This time, I laughed, shaking my head. "Another tattoo!"

"Oh." He flushed. "Maybe."

"You know what would look cool?" I pondered.

His lips quirked. "What, dear mate?"

"Me." I giggled.

He smiled, leaning into kiss me softly. "I would cover myself in you if I could."

"That's a lot of skin to cover." I grinned against his lips. "You'll have to get my entire face."

"Why should I when I can just look at it every single moment of the day?"

"Well, what about when I'm sleeping? Or pooping?"

Asra didn't roll his eyes as usual, continuing to stare into my own with that silly little smirk. My eyes dropped to his mouth, kissing the corner where his cheek creased. He licked his lips when I pulled away, eyes lowered with emotion.

"I love you." I murmured.

"I love you." He insisted.

"But, I love you." I quirked an eyebrow.

"Tulip, let's not play games."

"But I like games." I pouted.

He chuckled, but I caved and leaned into his touch as we stared out at the waterfall.

It was comforting, just the two of us. I had truly missed him all these weeks and couldn't help but favour the warm feeling in my heart. Taking a moment, I focused my attention on the bond between us. The once tense strings were loose, holding onto each other without a care in the world. I could focus on his mind, his lungs, his feelings...

He was...

What was that emotion?

Love?

Perhaps.

But, there was a guilt. A nervous disposition that was eating Asra up inside.

I frowned, turning my attention to him. He was staring down at where our feet dangled in the water, his face clear of emotion. But I could feel it, something he was hiding.

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Huh?" He blinked, staring at me, confused.

The bond tensed, his mind locking onto the fact I was right there. He went to push me out, but seemed to think twice and sighed, leaving his mind open. The branch.

"Why do you feel guilty?"

"I don't." He shook his head, but paused when he noticed my grimace. "Okay, I feel something, but I wouldn't say it was guilt."

"It feels a lot like it."

He sighed. "So many things have happened, Tulip. So many things that I could've prevented, that I could've stopped. People got hurt, people died, people are scared. Your sister doesn't even want to be near us anymore."

"Arabella is one out of hundreds." I shook my head. "You can't let one person ruin your life."

"I tell you the same thing, Tulip. Yet, do you still feel like Darius is more prominent in your mind than he should be?"

I frowned, my lips pursing. He had me there. Despite having moved on from Evermore, what happened to me there shaped who I was, and Darius was the leading cause. I often go back to that time, lost in a reality that I didn't belong.

Turns out, I actually did not belong there.

So many things to discover.

I sighed, dropping my head to his shoulder. "Darius is a lot of things, but it is my past and I cannot change that. And neither can you."

He was quiet before he whispered. "He killed my father, you know."

My chest tightened. "What?"

"My brother." Asra muttered. "The night he took you, he had my father killed."

"Nickolai is... dead?" I whispered.

Asra's head dropped, and the bond swelled with emotion. It shocked me that the man I barely knew, the man with so many answers to my problems, was now dead. If I wasn't so caught up in supporting Asra, I would find it all a bit of a coincidence that after I get in contact with him, he was dead.

"Oh, Asra." I murmured, climbing over him.

I wrapped myself around him, securing my chin on his shoulder and my arms around his back. His chest rose and dropped slowly, too much emotion for the man to handle. I understood why he felt guilty. I truly did, and although his father pushed him to harm, he was still his dad. There had to be some sentimental memories somewhere.

Besides, I know it wasn't his dad that did most of it. They cursed him just the same as Asra.

"Asra..." I mumbled, and he grunted. "I learned some things. Some things I think you need to know."