For the first half hour he kissed the fuck out of her, experimenting with every last way he could slot their lips together and tear each other apart with the pleasure. He kept bouncing between fervent kisses that made Asha sure she was going to be feeling him all over her body for days to come and feather light pecks that made her seek out more than he was ever willing to give.The ones that held all of his passion and pent up sexual tension from the years of unfulfilled yearning, left Asha breathless. It was as if he was trying to dredge up all of her desires from the depths of her soul so that he could suck it in and make her beg for it. Any thought she’d had over the years concerning him and how she wanted to do this or that was blaring across her eyelids. Every single time she’d said to herself, ‘Young could make this experience better’, was at the forefront of her mind, causing her to do her best to meld herself to him. They couldn’t get close enough and she wasn’t sure she could

Asha should’ve been scared at the quick change of Young’s deep browns being painted black and red, but she was still too upset about his audacity. It was beyond life changing to have the man’s physical body back in seemingly better condition and his soul mostly intact. She cherished every memory of them together, good and bad, so to see that he still had them all was priceless. Even if he wasn’t showing it, she knew he was thinking about their entire history together just like her. If she had to guess, and her intuition was almost always right, when he relinquished his human control to Blood, she got a peek into just how much it weighed on him. He was aware of how his actions towards her had affected the course of her life but he was dedicated to his version of being a man about it. There wasn’t any time to dwell or cry about how horrible he’d been to the person he said he loved the most.Just because he may have had good intentions, trying to protect her from some unknown evil, huma