Fire explodes through my veins. Not the gentle warmth from the hearth, but something feral and consuming. Something that could burn down every wall I've spent years building. Every defense. Every reason I have left to stay alive.
What the fuck is happening to me?
My pulse hammers against his thumb where it rests on my wrist. He has to feel it—this wild, desperate rhythm that betrays everything I'm trying to hide. My throat closes. I can't swallow. Can't think past the heat spreading from where his fingers circle my bones.
“Don't leave.” The words whisper against my skin, but they cut bone-deep. Through every lie I've built around my heart.
I should pull away. Should tell him to go fuck himself.But I stand there, frozen, while my body burns itself alive from the inside out.
Wind whisks through my hair, my throat swelling.
I look down to his grip, before landing back on his face. Jesus. Why. Why does this beautiful man want me as more than a friend?
Because he doesn’t know the real you.
Because he’s got mommy issues.
Because you’re fucking hot and you know it.
Every breath feels like being suffocated by hellfire, because this man. God carved him with enough perfection he could be an angel, but cracked his surface enough to make us mortals weep. Fucking weep.
His brow arches. “I won't ask again.”
“Um—”
The word dies as he tugs me forward. I tumble onto his lap, limbs colliding with hard muscle. Heat sears through my palms where they flatten against his chest.
His hands close around my ass, fingers digging in.
He turns me until I'm straddling his waist, keeping my robe intact. Every point where our bodies connect he’s marking me as something I swore I'd never become.
His.
Resting his head back, he watches me through hooded eyes. His hands slide from my ass to my thighs, fingers digging deep enough to leave marks, steering my hips above him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough as gravel. “Already dripping for me, aren’t you? Through this fucking silk.” His fingers find the rim of my underwear. ”Like it’s nothing.”
He circles the fabric into my clit, and my hips jerk up, traitorous and desperate.
I don’t get to answer. He’s already moving down, teeth scraping the column of my throat, the hollow between my collarbones, biting just hard enough to leave marks. His free hand yanks the neckline of my dress down, baring my tits to the cool air, and his mouth seals over one nipple with a groan. “Fuck,these,” he growls around the peak, tongue lashing it before he sucks hard, pulling a broken sound from my throat.
Laying me flat, he keeps going, kissing and biting his way lower, his breath hot through the damp silk between my legs. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and drag them down my thighs with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing my inner knees, spreading me wider. The air hits my bare cunt, and I canfeelhow wet I am, how obscene, the way my thighs glisten under the dim light.
Asher exhales, low and filthy. “JesusChrist.” His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, holding me open, and his breath fans over my pussy, making me twitch. “Sofuckingwet for me already.” His tongue darts out, just the tip, tracing my slit from entrance to clit in one slow, deliberate stroke. My back bows off the couch, a whine tearing from my throat.
“Please—”
“Pleasewhat?” He blows a cool stream of air over my heated flesh, and I shudder, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.
His chuckle vibrates against my thigh. “Use your words, baby. Tell meexactlywhat you want me to do to this.”
I can’t. Iwon’t. But my body betrays me, hips lifting, chasing his mouth, and he laughs again, dark and knowing.
“That’s what I thought.” His lips seal over my clit, tongue flicking in quick, relentless strokes, and my vision whites out for a second.
“Fuckinggreedyfor it,” he mutters against me, the words muffled, vibrating.
His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me still as his tongue continues to fuck me.
