The Damned Demon-Chapter 863: Sweeter Than Anything

Rowena gently broke the hug, her head dropping slightly, hiding the vulnerability in her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and tinged with regret, "I am sorry..."

Asher felt a pang in his heart, his gaze softening with tenderness. He gently shook his head, his voice warm yet firm, "You have nothing to be sorry for. Even if you hadn't banished me, we would have still lost—or worse. The truth is, I wasn't strong enough to protect you all, and that's something even I struggled to accept."

Rowena's lips pressed together, her fingers twisting gently into the fabric of her gown, still unable to lift her gaze from the floor. Her voice trembled as she shook her head and admitted softly, "It's not just that, Asher. I was pregnant before you left, yet I never told you—even if I was planning to. You missed Ravina's birth...her naming ceremony... You missed so much because of me."

Her words were filled with heavy remorse, and a painful silence lingered briefly between them.

Asher's heart tightened painfully, his expression heavy, before a gentle warmth replaced the shadows. He softly placed his finger beneath her chin, gently nudging it upward so their eyes could meet, "Didn't I tell you through my letters? If I were in your shoes, I would've done worse. After all the betrayals and lies I've endured, I finally realized how much of a hypocrite I had been, and how deeply you love me despite everything. And now... it doesn't matter what I missed. Just knowing that we have a daughter is more than enough. Honestly, Rona, I never expected to receive such a beautiful gift from you—at least, not this soon."

Rowena's eyes softened under his gaze, a subtle warmth blooming across her features, chasing away the lingering shadows of her regret. "I hope you like the name I gave her," she murmured gently. "Valeria suggested it, saying that if you had been here, you would've wanted the same name."

Asher's lips curved into a soft, genuine smile, his eyes sparkling softly, "It seems like Valeria read my mind perfectly. I adore the name Ravina—a child born of grace and darkness. I can't imagine anything more fitting. When I saw her for the first time, I could immediately see how special she was. Of course, it's no surprise since she has you as her mother—brave, beautiful, strong."

Rowena's smile deepened, her gaze softening even further as she gently clasped his warm hand in her own, "And because she has you as her father. She inherited your strength, your resilience, your heart. She was desperately waiting to meet you; it felt as though the devils themselves answered her prayers."

A wistful chuckle escaped Asher's lips as he shook his head slightly in disbelief, "I still can't believe it myself. But...the moment I laid eyes on her, it was as if I was staring at a piece of my own soul. Even before Valeria explained it, I somehow knew she belonged to me. I should be embarrassed, though—she recognized me instantly and called me 'Papa' before I even grasped what was happening."

Rowena let out a gentle laugh, her voice soft and melodious as she briefly covered her mouth. "I did tell her how easy it would be to spot the strongest man in the world," she teased playfully before her expression turned slightly complicated, a shadow of worry flickering in her eyes. "But...I can't help worrying if it's truly alright for her to grow so quickly. It's reassuring to see her growing stronger, but..."

Asher softly interjected, gently cupping her hand, reassuring her with calm confidence, "Don't worry yourself over that, Rona. All that truly matters is that she's healthy, safe, and loved. No matter how fast she grows or what she faces, you, me, and everyone we cherish will be there to care for her. I'll always be by your side, making sure of that."

Her heart warmed, the shadow of worry fading from her eyes as she gently cupped his cheeks, smiling softly, "Even if you try to leave again...I will hold onto you and never let go."

Asher felt his heart stir deeply, passion blazing fiercely within his dark yellow eyes as he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, "Rona..."

The gap closed, their lips meeting softly, passionately, as they surrendered to each other's warmth, finally feeling whole again.

Hugging her so tightly, he could feel her supple and warm body squeezing against his skin. At the same time, Rowena's lips parted as her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, the smell of his delectable, warm blood tickling her senses.

But it was Asher who moved first, his body acting on instinct, on need. He plundered her soft midnight black lips, his fingers tangling in her damp hair while his other hand wrapped around her curvy waist.

Rowena gasped, her lips parting in surprise—but only for a moment. Then she was kissing him back, her mouth crashing against his with a passion that matched his own and even surprised herself.

Their lips moved in perfect sync, a dance of hunger and desperation.

Asher's tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, and Rowena moaned into the kiss, her fingers clawing at the fabric of his robe.

She needed him. Needed to feel his skin against hers, to remind herself that this was real, that he was here, that they were finally together again.

"Devils, I've missed how you taste," Asher growled against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. His hands slid down her back, gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him so she could feel just how much he had missed her.

Rowena's breath hitched as his hardness pressed against her stomach, making her face redder and wondering why it felt thicker than how she remembered. Was it because they were separated for too long?

But that thought didn't linger as his hands moved to the delicate straps of her gown, his fingers deftly untying the intricate knots that held the fabric in place.

She shivered as the cool air kissed her skin, her protruding nipples hardening beneath the thin silk. Asher's gaze darkened as the gown slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a silken puddle.

She stood before him, naked and breathtaking, her pale skin glowing in the lantern light. Her milky breasts were full and heavy, her waist narrow, her hips flaring out in a way that made his mouth water. And between her thighs—

The hunger in his dark yellow eyes deepened as they locked on the tiny heart-shaped raven bush between her legs, inviting him to explore.

Rowena felt her body's temperature rising under his gaze and as if in a trance her hands moved towards the sash of his robe, wanting to see him in his full glory after such a long time.

Asher didn't resist as she untied the knot, her slender fingers pushing the fabric off his shoulders. The robe fell away, leaving him just as bare as she was, his ferocious hard cock standing proud and thick between them.

Rowena's breath caught as she took him in. She had forgotten how magnificent he was—every inch of him sculpted, every muscle defined, his dove-gray skin smoother and softer than ever. And his cock—majestic than before.

With a growl, he pulled her off her feet for a split second, making her eyes widen. Before she could protest, he spun her around, pressing her against the nearest tent pole. Rowena gasped as his hands gripped her soft hips, his cock nudging against her slick entrance.

"Ash—" she started, but her words dissolved into a moan as he thrust into her in one smooth, powerful stroke.

"HAannnnGG!~~"

Rowena cried out as Asher filled her, stretching her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. She arched her back, her hands gripping the tent pole as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that left her breathless.

He had planned to be gentle but he just couldn't hold back anymore…not when she seemed even more seductive than he remembered coupled with an enticing mature aura.

"Haaan~..Ohhnn~..." Rowena tightly gripped the pole as she let him ravage her to his hearts content.

She was mostly used to him going gentle on her but now she didn't care. All she could think about was the feeling him inside her as deep as possible.

The more he thrusted into her, the more she felt his burning love and passion for her which in turn fueled her own.

While drowning in the warmth of her pussy, he parted her raven hair to the side, planting his lips against her slender neck, suctioning the skin of it into his mouth. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Rowena arched her neck to the side as if to let him explore her neck as he kept on pounding her, each strike sending the echoes of her tight yet plump buttocks getting thrashed by his hard hips.

"You smell so good," Asher growled, his voice rough with lust as he put out his tongue to slowly lick along her neck and shoulder, "And taste good too…"

"You sound like a beast…Hannng~~..." Rowena couldn't help but tease him in between as she moaned under his relentless pounding while enjoying the feeling of his scorching hot tongue sliding over her skin.

Rowena could only moan in response, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. She had missed this—missed the way he filled her, the way he made her feel alive, the way he made her feel his.

Asher's hand slid around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. He circled the sensitive nub, his touch firm and demanding, and Rowena's moans grew louder, more desperate.

"That's it, Rona," Asher murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let me hear you. Let me feel you come apart for me."

And she did.

"HANNNNGGG!!~~"

With a cry, Rowena's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Asher's cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Her excited nipples shivered as spurts of milk shot out of her nipples in quick succession before their calmed down into thick streams of milk.

Asher groaned, his own release barreling toward him, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her, his seed filling her to the brim.

They collapsed onto the pile of furs that served as their bed, their bodies tangled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Asher pulled Rowena close, his lips pressing against her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—anywhere he could reach.

His lips trailed lower, his breath hot against the swell of her breast. Rowena stiffened slightly when his tongue flicked over her nipple, already taut and glistening with beads of milk.

"Ash—" Her voice was cool, but the hitch in her breath betrayed her.

He hummed against her skin, his fingers tightening on her hip. "Your milk looks sweeter than any milk I have seen, my love."

A faint flush colored her cheeks as his mouth closed over her, drawing a thick, sweet stream of milk onto his tongue.

Her fingers twitched against the furs, torn between pushing him away and threading through his hair to hold him closer. The sensation was too much—too intimate, too vulnerable—yet she could not deny the warmth pooling low in her belly as he suckled deeply, his throat working with each swallow.

It literally felt as if he was a baby sucking on her breast, making her finding it amusing yet intoxicating to her senses.

"You're... even greedier than our daughter," she murmured, her voice steadier than she felt.

Asher lifted his head just enough to smirk, a trickle of milk glistening on his lower lip. "Looks like she takes after me, doesn't she?"

Rowena exhaled sharply, torn between reproach and reluctant amusement, "She at least had the decency to be an infant about it."

He chuckled, low and dark, before sealing his lips over her again, his tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.

Rowena's breath stuttered, her nails digging into the furs as pleasure coiled tight beneath her skin. It was absurd—shameful, even—how easily he reduced her to this, how his hunger unraveled her composure strand by strand.

"Waste not, my love," Asher murmured against her breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. "Unless you'd rather I let it spill untouched?"

Her back arched despite herself, a soft gasp escaping her as another rush of milk filled his mouth.

"You're impossible," she breathed, but her thighs clenched around his hips, her body betraying her far more than her words ever could.

Asher groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin as he drank deeper, his hands sliding beneath her to haul her closer. "And yet you taste like forgiveness," he rasped.

Rowena's resolve fractured. Her fingers finally speared into his hair, holding him to her as her head fell back against the furs. The soft amber light danced across their entwined bodies as he took his fill, as she gave—not as a queen, but as a woman who had waited too long to be cherished this way again.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glistening, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

Rowena reached up, her thumb brushing away a stray droplet of milk from the corner of his mouth.

"Sated at last?" she asked, her voice whisper-soft.Asher caught her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Never," he vowed before his lips curved into a devilish smile, "I am only getting started.""You won't be the only one!"

Asher's eyes widened as he looked to the side and saw Isola, Sabina and Silvia stepping in, making his jaw fall agape, "What are you guys…"