Alethea

I stir in my sleep, my body still burning with need. The heat between my legs hasn't faded-it's worse. It coils in my core, aching, throbbing, desperate.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as another wave of desire rolls through me.

I blink, slowly opening my eyes.

Asher is already awake, lying beside me. His eyes are locked on mine-intense, dark, filled with hunger. He doesn't say a word.

Without breaking eye contact, I roll onto all fours. I offer myself to him, silently begging for him to fill me, to take me again.

"Oh, Asher, what you-"

I don't get to finish.

With a growl, he moves behind...