~Hazel~
He was back, and I was already breathless, my body shivering with anticipation, waiting for whatever punishment he had in store for me. His hands traced over my skin, hot and possessive, as if marking me all over again.
"You've been so f*****g patient, haven’t you, my little thorn?" His voice was a dark, tantalizing whisper, sending shivers straight through me.
"Yes, Asher," I breathed, my voice shaky with desire and fear.
He pulled away just enough to let the air between us grow heavier, more suffocating. “I told you never to call me that, didn’t I?”
His hand came down on my skin with a crack that left me gasping, the sting of the whip making my heart race.
The punishment felt right, and raw. Asher’s words, his touch—they made me feel alive in a way nothing else ever had.
