Not yet anyway.
I’ll deal with the consequences later.
Because all I can think about right now is the way he’s possessing my body. His hand cradles the back of my neck, holding me in place, and he drives in and out of me, fucking me hard.
Rough.
I need to feel his skin so I push the fabric of his shirt upwards, revealing more of his inked body. Reaching back, he pulls the shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor. I gasp at the man before me. His body is a work of art, chiseled to perfection and bearing some of the most stunning ink I’ve ever seen. I want to explore every single inch of his marked skin and learn the meaning behind every one, but it’s the lion on his torso that holds my attention. The fierce eyes of a predator, sharp teeth stained with blood. The shading and incredible detail make it look so real.
I grip the back of his neck, pulling him down for another brutal kiss, desperate for him to release the animal I know he is inside.
“I’m going to come,” I moan.
“Not until I say so,” he growls, his strokes growing more savage with every thrust.
I claw his shoulders, begging him to never stop and to fuck me harder in the same breath, trying desperately to hold my orgasm at bay but with every inch of his cock, he pushes me further and further to the edge until finally...
“Come,” he demands, his dark eyes locking tight with mine.
With his mouth hovering just above mine, he continues his ruthless fucking as I fall apart, splintering into a million sharp and jagged pieces, his name a constant plea on my trembling lips.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulsing inside of me, finding his own release as he buries himself to the hilt. His face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
We remain unmoving for what feels like forever before he pulls out and lifts me from the couch, carrying me to my bedroom. He deposits me gently onto the bed then disappears into my bathroom.
A few moments later, the toilet flushes and he returns. At first, I’m not sure what to expect. But he surprises me when he walks over and climbs in next to me, pulling me into his arms. My skirt is still bunched around my hips, my blouse is a shredded mess but I couldn’t care less.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, using the tip of my finger to outline the mouth of the lion on his abs.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
I lift my head and find his brows furrowed in confusion.
“This is the part where you normally feel empty and unsatisfied, isn’t it?”
His arm tightens around me, his other hand holding my face in place as he leans up to press his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss. “That’s not what I’m feeling right now.”
I blink. “It’s not?”
He shakes his head with an amused smile. “No, it’s not.”
“What do you feel?”
“A lot of shit.”
I smile, happy to know he feels something other than the void he normally does. “I think you’re making progress then.”
“I sure as hell hope so, Doc.” He rolls me over, positioning himself between my legs, kissing his way down my body. “But I think I’m going to need more physical therapy just to be sure.”
***
Acouple of hours later, I drag my sexed-up ass from the bed an hour before I need to go pick up Lyla. Asher folds his hands behind his head, watching me get dressed. My mouth waters and my belly dips at the sight of him lying so comfortably in my bed.
“I’m taking you and Lyla out on a date this weekend. We can go eat at this great pizza joint in Midtown. Then we can go to the zoo. Kids love the zoo, right?”
I blink at him, then a laugh bubbles from my throat.
“What’s so funny?”
