“Please what, mamas?” Young asked.Asha whimpered again, gulping down her pride at having to continue on, afraid to keep speaking the very words that could and would seal the fate that endeared her to him. She knew she was both accepting defeat and handing him the keys to her ultimate destruction if she didn’t tread very carefully in this moment. Her heart was at stake, yet again and the prize of her purchase would be his, if he even still had a heart to give. That was if this wasn’t going to be like all the other times she bared her heart and soul to him. In the meantime, she would guard it like the devil that could destroy it again. And he was a devil now wasn’t he? All of her haunted dreams and twisted nightmares wrapped in one entity.He knew how much verbally acknowledging anything, let alone repeating her desires was hard for Asha. She had no problem speaking up for everyone but herself. It had been something they were working on via their bedroom dynamic, but he always shied aw
Despite his demand, the onslaught of sensory overload from such a simple action silenced her. With her head thrown back and mouth wide open, Asha screamed a soundless wail. It brought Young great pleasure to see her hurtle over the edge of stubborn resolve and into the arms of release he’d been working so hard to get her to fall into. ‘Finally!’ he thought with his signature smile plastered on, waiting for her to rejoin him. It should’ve never taken that long for him to get her there but he had to be satisfied with the fact that he was still able to at least. The blow to his pride made his hunger multiply exponentially, seeking to soothe the hurt her reactions to him caused.By the time Asha finally opened her eyes to Young’s smug look, she was struggling to accept that defeat in this battle may be the only option for her to get the time to strategize on how to win her war with him. She knew when he arrived back into her life that she had to first accept all the spiritual and superna
Young growled and ripped the fabric of her tied hands, barely holding Blood back from ripping her apart. She was going to pay, but it was going to be by his human hands, not the demon ones that had trapped him in this impossible situation. It pained him to fight so gruesomely for her heart and spirit, knowingly urging her soul towards damnation. No matter how much the slices of humanity pierced what was left of his beating heart, the promise of finally joining her completely always won out. She was more precious than anything in existence, a perfectly balanced representation of the universe, heaven and hell, dissonance and harmony. If there was anyone that could save him while protecting herself, it would be Asha. Those thoughts would have to wait though, ‘focus on the task at hand,’ Young had to remind himself. Asha wanted to be afraid of the emotions flashing behind his eyes, but watching the battle play before her eyes made her want to pay obeisance to him. He’d always had an easy
Any thought of protest or shielding her heart flew out of Asha’s head as soon as her body met Young’s lips. It took no time for her to practically collapse to the bed, gripping the sheets for dear life and barely able to hold her arch. It seemed as if Young had an upgrade in every department, his bedroom skills constantly challenging what she thought she could expect from him. If she could think at all, let alone logically, she’d be running from the demon in human clothes, but her gamble had caused her to be ensnared in a trap of her own making. Young had her right where he wanted her, at his mercy. Every stroke of his tongue made him that much more ravenous for the juices practically pouring out of Asha. It also made him insatiable for her submission, determined to take what had once been so freely given. He would never utter the words out loud, but the anxiety that had him in a perpetual chokehold made him feel off kilter and completely out of his element. This new terrain was unch
Asha was struggling to try and catch her breath, barely able to come back to her body let alone stay grounded in the moment. She could faintly feel Young’s lips graze her thighs and stomach, but majority of her psyche was fighting to stay in her realm of dreams. She vaguely acknowledged that the only reason she didn’t want to leave them was that they weren’t really dreams at all. With her now living an impossible reality with this version of Young, she had to accept, even if only silently, that those were memories and not just dreams. Every moment since their souls were forged into existence, weaving their lives together had been painted in her mind as if she lived them in this life. So she sunk into the feeling of having him in every life, wrapping herself in the promise of hope that they could find themselves on the other side of wherever they were now.When Young had finally felt like he was completely in control, he started making his way back to her flower again. Since she’d long
Although Asha was grateful for Young picking up on her nervousness and semi-accommodating her anxiety allowing both of them this moment to enjoy pleasure from one another, she couldn’t shake the feeling that moving forward with this was going to be a make or break for her. In her haste to not look Young in the eyes and allow herself to connect the same way as they had always, she forgot how much he used this position to do just that. She had a right to be nervous too. This Young wasn’t just capable of figuratively snatching her soul anymore, it was now a literal possibility and she didn’t know if she was ready or even capable of saving herself let alone the both of them.There had been many times over the span of his life that she’d fended off his demons to protect herself while simultaneously helping him muster up the ability to slay them for himself. This time around though, Asha was more than just nervous, she was terrified. There was a very real possibility that she was going to l
The moment Asha’s eyes closed, too overwhelmed in the sensation and still wanting to savor the moment, Young started to move for real. Every thrust was calculated and precise, every grope over her body and clench of his hand around her throat was intentional. He moved slow and with purpose, determined to relearn all the spots that curated her strongest waves of pleasure so that he could mark them all and make way for new ones.Satisfied that Asha was deep in the pleasure that he was giving her, Young made the decision that he was going to savor this for as long as possible, cherish every sensation, and give them both something that’ll be a reminder of what they have to fight for. All that they already had fought for in this life. The midnight talks, breakups and makeups, supporting each other through the rollercoaster of life. Not just the pleasure and not just the sorrows, but their connection, the undeniability of their souls having lived a thousand lives together, a million crossin
Young could only laugh and shake his head at Asha and her antics. After all that he’d shown her, all the pleasure he gave her, and all the time that had passed, leave it to her to only focus on one little thing.“Yes,” he answered her with a chuckle, “Did I scare you a little?”Asha shook her head and grunted in response, seeming to immediately drift back into whatever world Young had brought her out of briefly with his answer. All that kept going round and round in her head was ‘I’m screwed.’ And she was, literally and figuratively, having to revise her plan of appeasing their collective sexual needs while protecting what was left of her heart. The man had proven that this was far from the best of their sexcapades to come and this session alone had her poor heart ready to jump ship right into the boiling lava.She didn’t know how she was supposed to find her way out of this mess that she was in because of him, as usual. Now that her post sex haze was clearing and she could focus on h
As Young stood at the counter, caught up in watching Asha operate in her world from the outskirts of it, he wondered. Many things flit through his mind, memories, questions, random thoughts. The main thing he wondered though was ‘what if the spirit of the universe is really the spirit of her heart laid out in a trillion pages?’ Despite being shown her more negative lives, Young didn’t trust that the council had been telling him the whole truth. Watching Asha in her natural habitat, searching for her heart in the pages of those who left pieces of their souls to be examined, he wondered. He wondered how could someone with a spirit that shone of the brilliant balance she’d lived in every life could be so important to the parts that were so unbalanced. ‘How could someone that took in the broken boy and who searched for the shattered man belong to the evils of the world?’ She had every opportunity to give into her rage, despair, and vengeance with him in life and death, but her
Keeping with the theme of the day, ‘Asha’s complete and utter joy,’ Young happily drove them from the mall and to her favorite kind of store. He found a locally owned bookstore that gratefully had a lounge area for her to kick her feet up for a few hours and indulge in the pages of one of the books that would inevitably capture her full attention. As he talked with the owners of the book nook as Asha called it, divulging as much of their story as he could without disturbing their human psyche, he kept a watchful eye on his angel. She took her time going over each shelf with the same leisurely excitement he’d seen her do to at least a thousand different shelves since they were kids. Every now and then when he blinked, he saw every version of her he’d known in this life and a few times, visions of who she’d been in past lives, doing the same thing. “You must really love that woman young man,” the older man had said.Young turned his head to him and asked, “what makes you say that?”You
As they walked from the nail salon back to the car hand in hand, Young took note of the people around them, watching them watch Asha and him. Young looked at Asha and couldn’t help but see her and them both through the eyes of all these strangers. She did indeed look like the hot ass angel she was with the outfit he chose, one he’d seen her in plenty of times when allowed visitation. During his process of melding with Blood, the council would occasionally allow him moments to peek in on Asha as motivation to complete the mission they had for him. He’d always loved her lounging days when he was alive so that was the visual he always chose when he could. It was the only time she allowed herself to wear what she wanted rather than what she deemed appropriate to be seen in. Now she and this city was getting to experience her wearing what she wanted without a care of opinions.Alone Asha walked around with this aura that was just undeniable, but now with Young by her side and Bl
Asha was already warm and gooey with all of her old feelings being stirred up and mixing with the new ones Young was evoking. If she could describe herself right now she’d be a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, with someone trying to eat it before it had a chance to cool down. And Young was definitely trying to eat her alive inside and out. As soon as she had went to reach to take the plate to the sink, there he was grabbing it out of her hands. It was like his sixth sense for when she was about to overwork herself with busywork had become heightened. Never had he snatched something from her before she could get to it, always immediately after. Then, he picked out an outfit that she loved wearing in the house but hated to expose herself in public in. Asha had no problem styling herself in extravagant and sometimes dramatic outfits just for herself. She would lay up in the house doing all types of self care things that would end with a romantic lunch
He had the immense pleasure of being able to watch her pretty pout of ecstasy turn into an even cuter one of frustration. No doubt the realization that she wasn’t going to get her next nut how and when she wanted a cold bucket to her psyche. She hadn’t changed one bit and that made his discovery even more rewarding. This he could work with, this he could mold to his advantage. They still had the core of who they were and thus the core of who they were as a pair and how they operated because of it. Not many souls had the privilege of claiming such a thing and yet they continued to for many millennia lost to the sands of time.With his observation, Young decided that today at least they were going to have a ‘normal’ day. Something akin to what they had at the pinnacle of their relationship would give him the motivation and inspiration to figure out what was next. He had to be smart about this or everything was going to come crashing down and quickly.After plating he
Knowing how to get her to allow their bubble to remain unpopped for a little while longer, Young kissed her again, stroking her face before he went back to the stove to complete the perfect cherry on top of the last 12 hours. “Did you sleep well angel?” he asked her while he got to work on making the waffle batter from scratch. Asha was so caught up in the way his body moved beneath the fabric of his clothes and the very fresh memory of how she was the epitome of those same clothes wrapped around his skin what felt like just moments ago that Young had to ask the question again. It wasn’t until he was turned around stirring the ingredients in her good mixing bowl that he was cradling so gently although she knew he could crush it without a second thought with an amused look on his face that she was finally able to answer. Just like that she had the thought that the man was handling her like she was that bowl, as gentle as he could despite his clear strength, and she couldn’t just stop
Savoring the moment quickly turned into her savoring long awaited rest. It seemed one moment she was enjoying the feel and sounds of lying in Young’s hold wrapped in the soothing hot bathwater. Like always, it felt as though time stood still as she was soaking in his breathing and the beat of his heart, the next she was waking up back in her bed. Leave it to this man, no matter how far he’d stepped into the shadowy side of life to be both the cause and the relief of stress in her life. She couldn’t count how many arguments and disagreements they’d had over her life where she didn’t end up just like this, fucked out, relaxed, and completely clear on how to move forward, minus the sex when they were children and would just wrestle it out. If she hadn’t felt the results of their sexcapades as she wiggled underneath her covers, she would have convinced herself that the reality her life had become was an elaborate dream. It didn’t help that this was one of her haunting dreams come true, be
Young could only laugh and shake his head at Asha and her antics. After all that he’d shown her, all the pleasure he gave her, and all the time that had passed, leave it to her to only focus on one little thing.“Yes,” he answered her with a chuckle, “Did I scare you a little?”Asha shook her head and grunted in response, seeming to immediately drift back into whatever world Young had brought her out of briefly with his answer. All that kept going round and round in her head was ‘I’m screwed.’ And she was, literally and figuratively, having to revise her plan of appeasing their collective sexual needs while protecting what was left of her heart. The man had proven that this was far from the best of their sexcapades to come and this session alone had her poor heart ready to jump ship right into the boiling lava.She didn’t know how she was supposed to find her way out of this mess that she was in because of him, as usual. Now that her post sex haze was clearing and she could focus on h
The moment Asha’s eyes closed, too overwhelmed in the sensation and still wanting to savor the moment, Young started to move for real. Every thrust was calculated and precise, every grope over her body and clench of his hand around her throat was intentional. He moved slow and with purpose, determined to relearn all the spots that curated her strongest waves of pleasure so that he could mark them all and make way for new ones.Satisfied that Asha was deep in the pleasure that he was giving her, Young made the decision that he was going to savor this for as long as possible, cherish every sensation, and give them both something that’ll be a reminder of what they have to fight for. All that they already had fought for in this life. The midnight talks, breakups and makeups, supporting each other through the rollercoaster of life. Not just the pleasure and not just the sorrows, but their connection, the undeniability of their souls having lived a thousand lives together, a million crossin