REED
I watched Asher leave my room, he was limping slightly. My marks covered his skin and the bond between us was humming with satisfaction.
Mine. He was finally mine.
I'd spent months wanting him, months being driven insane by his defiance, months wondering what it would be like to make him submit, now I knew and it was better than I'd imagined.
The way he'd responded to me, the sounds he'd made and the way his body had accepted mine despite his protests.
Perfect, his body was perfect and made for me alone.
I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hands through my hair. This should feel like victory. I'd claimed Asher, made him mine, gotten exactly what I wanted and the bond was feeding me his emotions as he walked back to his dorm. Fear, shame, self-hatred and underneath it all, devastation. He was completely broken and I'd done that to him but why do I feel sad instead of being happy. I should be rejoicing for conquering Asher but yet I feel sad and sort of broken.
