Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 46 (M)

(I didn't get a name lmao-)

I think you all genuinely don't like the smuts cause... well you all don't complete the vote targets or comment. But regardless... it's fine I like writing smut so i'll add it here again (le shameless me) this is 4k words of pure smut. So, those you like smut enjoy. I think I did pretty good on this one. 

Mature Content:
1.) Smut not according to everyone's taste.

2.) Blood mentioned

Also my friends hyping me for my books be like-

Athira's pov.

A warm, flickering sensation pulled me from the depths of sleep, a slow drag of something wet and insistent against me. My body stirred before my mind could catch up, a soft whimper slipping past my lips as an unfamiliar heat bloomed low in my stomach. My thighs tensed, then trembled, an ache I couldn't quite place building with every slow, deliberate stroke of—

"Oh!"

My hips shifted instinctively, seeking more of the pleasure that teased at the edges of my consciousness. A firm grip steadied me, fingers pressing into my skin, grounding me. And then—hot, wet, devastating—his tongue pushed inside, curling, exploring, while his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves above, circling, pressing, making me gasp in my sleep-heavy haze.

My breath hitched, my body betraying me even as my mind fought to make sense of the sensations crashing over me. My name slipped from my lips, barely above a whisper, and that's when I saw him.

Reyansh.

His dark eyes locked onto mine from between my legs, his gaze heavy with intent, with hunger. My heart stuttered, confusion and desire tangling together in the space between us.

"What are you doing?" My voice came out weak, breathless. I barely recognized it.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "What do you think?" His voice was low, rough, full of heat that sent a fresh wave of shivers through me.

Before I could respond, he shifted, his hands gliding up my arms in one smooth, practiced motion. His fingers wrapped around my wrists, pressing them into the pillows above my head, holding me there. A soft gasp escaped me at the quiet dominance in his touch, the way he knew exactly how to handle me.

"Stay still," he murmured, leaning in, his breath ghosting over my ear. His voice was dark silk, threading through me, making my body tighten with anticipation. "Let me show you."

"Show me what?" My voice wavered, my pulse thrumming wildly beneath his grip.

His lips brushed against my temple, and then, in a whisper full of promise, full of ruin—

"Heaven."

My breath hitched, my body thrumming with tension, heat, and something dangerously close to desperation. Reyansh's grip on my wrists was firm, his body pressing me into the mattress, keeping me exactly where he wanted.