My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 299

Chapter 299: Flowing in the Wind Part 2
Asher led her inside the cabin.

The door slid open with a soft click, revealing a space that looked more like a luxury hotel suite than a captain’s quarters.

Warm wooden finishes lined the walls and ceiling, polished to a soft sheen, their deep hues glowing under the ambient golden lights.

Plush carpeting cushioned their steps, muting the sound as they walked in.

But it was the view that stole the show.

The entire front wall curved outward in a seamless expanse of glass, wrapping around in a perfect 180-degree arc.

Lucy stepped forward, her fingers brushing against the cool glass.

Asher said nothing though, just pulled her toward the bed.

Before she could fully process it, he pushed her down onto the soft mattress—harder than usual.

She blinked up at him. “Asher, you’re being too aggressive,”

But he was already leaning over her,

“Am I?” he murmured, barely giving her a moment to react before his lips found the curve of her neck.

Her heart thudded against her ribs as his hands slid up her sides, tracing the lace of her robed.

And he didn’t stop there.

He kept teasing her as he undressed her, stripping away every layer until only her delicate underwear remained.

She sucked in a breath, her body betraying her.

“You said… you were tired…” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady.

“You don’t want to?” his face darkened.

A chill ran down Lucy’s spine. She swallowed hard, her instincts screaming at her to tread carefully.

“I—I do,” she said quickly, nodding before she could even think.

“Thank God.” He let out a relieved smile.

“For a moment, I was worried you didn’t love me anymore…”

His voice trailed off, the words hanging between them.

Then, after a beat, he looked at her again, more intense this time. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course, I love you,” she said, her voice softer than she intended. “I always have.”

She reached for his hand, hoping to reassure him, but his grip tightened just a little too much, as if he was afraid she might slip away.

“Then say it again,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “I need to hear it.”

Lucy swallowed, her heart pounding. “I love you, Asher. You’re the only man I will ever love.”

Only then did his shoulders relax, the trace of a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

He leaned down, his lips grazing hers before capturing them in a slow, intoxicating kiss.

The warmth of his breath, the way he deepened the kiss—it left her dizzy, lost in the sensation of him.

“Do you want more?” he murmured, his voice laced with teasing affection.

Before she could answer, his robe slipped off his shoulders, pooling onto the floor, revealing the sculpted lines of his body.

And just like that, her mind went completely blank.

He positioned himself, and she could feel the head of his erection teasing the thin fabric covering her entrance.

“Do you like it when I do this?” he asked, tracing slow, deliberate circles with his manhood.

“You like that?”

She averted her eyes in embarrassment.

“Ready?”

Before she could answer, his manhood already penetrated her pussy.

“Wait…” she gasped, the suddenness of his thrust catching her off guard.

But he didn’t listen, didn’t pause. He pushed in deeper, quicker like he was venting on her.

She felt her walls tighten around him, her body trying to adjust to his unexpected ferocity.

“S… Slow down… I … ” she wanted to finished her words, but the pain was slowly being replaced by pleasure.

“Umm… Ahh… This is too much… Please slow down a bit…”

Her nails dug into the bedsheets, her legs trembling slightly from the force of his thrusts.

Was this the same gentle lover she knew?

But as she felt his body tense, his strokes becoming more erratic, she knew she had to act.

“Asher,” she called out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. “Look at me.”

He obeyed, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

He nodded, his breath hot against her neck.

“More than anything,” he growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

The realization crashed over her like a wave—Asher had changed, and if she wanted to be with him, she had to accept it.

Driven by love, she found herself responding to him—her body moving in sync with his pace.

“Lucy, you feel incredible. Your body, your scent, your lips—I love everything about you. Promise me you’ll never leave me.”

“I won’t,” she gasped between breaths. “I’ll stay with you forever.”

Hearing her words, his blood ran hotter, and his pace quickened.

The slap of flesh against flesh echoed nonstop.

“Harder! Harder!… Yeah.. That’s the spot..” Her hands reached up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she arched her back to feel his cock better.

“Fuck! I’m close,” he groaned.

With a final, powerful thrust, he let out everything, filling her completely.

“I’m not done with you yet,” He flipped her over onto her stomach.

“What are you doing?” She braced herself with her hands, her legs spread open and her pussy still leaking his white murky stuff.

Without wasting a second, he plunged into her from behind and fucked her hard.

FLAP!

FLAP!

FLAP!

“Your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned. “I could keep fucking you like this all day.”

“Oh, god… That’s the spot, mm…”

The feeling of his cock pressing against hers cervix was too good to resist.

As he continued to pound into her, she could feel his emotions from the sound of his grunts.

There was a hint of possessiveness in his approach—like he needed to assure himself that she was his and that no one could take her away.

Lucy felt a tinge of sadness that he needed to be this way.

It showed that, despite his attempts to act normal, the scars of what he had endured against Kitsune still haunted him.

And it was shaping his personality in ways that was too unpredictable.