Asher Nightshade never took his eyes off her as they walked back to the bedroom. His gaze was fixed on her with such smoldering intensity that her core throbbed in response, and Violet had to clench her thighs tighter just to ease the ache building inside her.

She almost came on the spot.

Violet was so wet and sensitive, that the slightest movement threatened to push her over the edge. And if Asher kept looking at her like that any longer, she might actually combust.

They finally made it to the room, and he placed her halfway onto the bed, her feet touching the ground. Then he straightened, and Violet peered up to see that the tearing sound she had heard earlier had been him ripping his own pants in his impatience to get to her. Now they hung in tatters around him.

Her impatient savage.

Violet mused, watching as Asher shrugged off his robe entirely, then ripped away what remained of his pants. She didn’t think she was into the whole macho display—seriously, why tear it off when you could just take it off?

But fuck her life if it wasn’t sexy as hell.

Then Asher stood before her in all his naked glory.

’Oh yeah,’ Thalia approved in her head, practically salivating.

Violet didn’t blame her, not when she was staring at him like a woman starved. Her mate was her own personal brand of sin.

"Like what you see, my queen?" Asher’s voice echoed in her head. "Does this lowly one meet your expectations?"

"Very," Violet purred, not even attempting to hide the hunger in her gaze.

How could she deny such a perfect creature? Those sharp, striking features and exotic eyes that seemed to see right through her, straight into her soul.

And then his body.

Asher wasn’t as broad and overwhelming as Griffin, but every inch of him was defined, sculpted with hard, deliberate lines. Muscles coiled beneath his skin, not bulky, but precise and controlled, like a weapon that knew exactly how to strike.

His torso was a work of art. A defined set of abs carved deep into his stomach, leading down to a tempting path she deliberately avoided—for now. His shoulders were strong, his arms corded with strength, veins faintly visible beneath his skin.

And those thighs... Goddess.

Strong. Solid. Built for control, for dominance, for holding her exactly where he wanted.

Then there were the scars, or rather, artwork, as she preferred to call them. They stretched across his stomach and back in varying lines and depths, each one telling a story she wanted to feel beneath her fingertips.

They didn’t ruin him, rather, it defined him. The scars gave Asher a hard, rugged wildness that Violet was drawn to in a way she couldn’t explain.

There was nothing soft or gentle about her mate. Just raw, restrained power, devastating beauty, and the evidence of every battle he had survived.

And then for the last serving, Violet’s gaze finally rested on his cock and her breath caught.

For a moment, she forgot how to function, her gaze dragging slowly over the rigid member, unable to look away even if she tried.

He was... a lot.

Huge, long and patterned with girth like a weapon designed to destroy her in two. Violet’s body reacted, heat pooling low in her stomach, a fresh wave of wetness following as her thighs pressed together instinctively.

How was she supposed to stay in control when he was presenting himself like this like a delectable snack?

Her eyes snagged on the precum dripping from his purple mushroom head. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips unconsciously, her eyes darkening at the thought of taking him into her mouth.

"Beautiful," Violet said, her voice rough in his head. "I want to taste you, Asher."

She took a step toward him without even realizing she had moved.

"No." Asher answered, pushing her back onto the bed.

This time he pinned her with his body, but Violet had already begun to writhe beneath him, chasing the friction, desperate to ease the ache building inside her.

It took everything in Asher to remain still as he said, "I waited for you so long, my purple queen. I’ll take my time serving you."

"No, don’t." Violet breathed, her voice strained, desperate with need. "Take me now. No holding back."

Something dark flashed in Asher’s eyes, and before Violet could blink, he had already flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips in one swift motion and

plunged right into her.

"Oh my God...." Violet’s body trembled,

already overwhelmed by the force of him brutally stretching her, stealing the breath from her lungs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She moaned, arching into him to add to the friction as he pounded into her.

Asher growled low, a primal note of satisfaction in the sound, gripping her backside so tightly it would leave marks, slamming into her more harder.

"You’re so tight....so perfect for me," He gritted his teeth, pressing in deeper, relishing the delicious pleasure of her warm channel.

"Yes....h-harder Asher...." Violet was delirious with pleasure.

The rougher he became, the more desperate she became and Asher drank in every sound she made, every broken note of pleasure like it was his to claim.

He fisted her hair and yanked her head back hard enough to send a sharp ripple of pain through her body, but it only fed the pleasure. Asher felt the way she tightened around him, and he knew she liked it.

She was close now, and he intended to make every second count.

"You like it, don’t you, my queen," he murmured darkly against her ear, "the way I bring out the worst in you..." he didn’t break pace at all, if not angling his waist even deeper until he could hit her womb.

"Oh yes... yes...." Violet answered breathlessly from the overwhelming pleasure. God, she could die in peace right now.

Her hands had bunched around the bedsheets, panting hard. Almost there.... She was close now. So close.

"I must be forgiven then..." Asher continued, his voice seductive as sin. "I’m about to turn your royal highness into a trembling mess."

Then Asher drove into her with such force that the bed creaked beneath them, the sensuous sound of their sexes mixing, echoing loudly in the room.

"Goddess save me!" Violet cried out, her hands giving out beneath her, completely at the mercy of the breathtaking pleasure tearing through her.

It was no wonder her pussy clenched and pulsated around him as she came, crying out his name. But Asher fucked her through the mind blowing release, his hand reaching for her breasts and squeezed hard.

Violet groaned, clenching around him, pulling him into his happy ending. Asher’s movements became jerky as he groaned, shooting his warm release inside of her.

Then he pulled away and rolled onto his side, drawing her into his arms and holding her there.

"That was crazy," Violet said breathlessly.

"Yeah." Asher huffed softly, a satisfied note in his voice. He couldn’t agree more.

Violet stared at the ceiling for a moment, then turned to him. "Is it crazy if I tell you I still want more?"

Asher lifted a brow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Instead of answering, he simply took her hand and guided it around his member, letting her feel just how much he wasn’t done with her either.

Good thing they were supernaturals with a quick recovery process and Asher had every intention of making the most of it. He wasn’t done with his purple queen. Not even close.

Violet’s lips curved slowly. "I guess that’s a yes, then."

Without a second thought, she shifted over him, taking control as she impaled herself on his dick with a soft, satisfied moan.

"Gods above," Asher breathed, unable to look away from the rapturous expression on her face, the way she seemed completely lost in the moment.

Of course she was.

The sight of it filled him with a deep, dark sense of pride.

"Come on then, my queen," he said, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he folded his hands behind his head, all deliberate arrogance. "Show your devoted servant what you’re capable of."

Violet scoffed, slowly rolling her hips against him, savoring the way the new angle heightened everything. Not to mention it gave her control, and she took it without hesitation.

She lifted her hips slightly, just enough to change the depth, before dropping back down. Asher groaned. Violet grinned, her movements growing more confident and quicker, their both sounds of pleasure filling the room.

Violet then braced against his chest for balance, her fingers pressing into him as she leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain.

Whatever restraint Asher had been pretending to show shattered completely, his hands on her the next moment, guiding her hips, matching her rhythm, and amplifying every movement.

Violet couldn’t help it. She wanted him. Every ugly, little piece that he hid from the world. She wanted it all.

She didn’t last at all. Her orgasm took her quickly, leaving her gushing and trembling on top of him. Then she leaned over Asher, capturing his lips in a kiss that held everything she couldn’t put into words.

Asher kissed her back, just as lost and consumed, the world beyond them fading into nothing.

The goddess had given them this bond and Violet swore she would cherish every second of it. She would show him, in every way she could, just how much he meant to her.

They were together forever.