Every movement, every shift, every soft brush of his lips against my hair carried a weight I hadn’t felt before.
Something massive had shifted in us—a great, intense shift. Not of power, but of understanding and recognition. We were more equal now. We had always believed ourselves equals, but now I could feel Asher accept the change without resentment. It was the opposite.
Heat rose under his touch, goosebumps spreading as the familiar feeling built. I plunged over the edge of my orgasm, Asher finding his release at the same time.
He moved my hair aside, kissed me softly, then rolled next to me but pulled me close, afraid I might disappear again.
We stayed like that a long time, silent but connected, our breathing slow and even.
“I could stay like this forever.” I whispered, my voice
