The next morningdawns far too early, and I groan at the aches and pains wracking my body. I’m smiling at the same time though, relaxed and warm where I’m still held tightly in Ash’s strong arms and surrounded by everything that is him.
“Morning, sunshine,” he says, his voice hoarse with sleep as he stirs behind me.
“Morning,” I whisper.
Asher’s hand on my hip clenches and he nuzzles his nose into my hair. It’s impossible to miss the morning wood he’s sporting when it presses into my backside. I wiggle my hips into him, eliciting a barely there moan low in his throat. The sound arrows straight between my legs and I clench my thighs in response.
His mouth finds the shell of my ear and he skates his lips across it, sending shivers down my spine. I arch into him, adjusting my position so the arm circling under my neck and over my shoulder lines his hand up with my breast, and he squeezes appreciatively. Asher nibbles my earlobe and moves to the spot right behind it, sucking gently, then his fangs scrape along my neck and my entire body stiffens.
Asher freezes, muscles going rigid, and he pulls back suddenly.
“Shit, Raya,” Asher says. “I’m so sorry, that was thoughtless. I’m not fully awake yet and I shouldn’t have?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, twisting in his arms to reach a hand into his hair and pull him down. I know he’s worried he triggered me, and I’m honestly surprised by my reaction, because Ilikedit. Not only do I like the feel of his fangs, but I think I want him to go further, though I might not be ready for that yet.
“Shh,” I say, lips still touching his as I whisper, “I liked it.”
Asher pulls back and his eyes dart between mine, searching for my truth. I let him see it all. My desire pulses through me, and my heartbeat picks up even more knowing he can sense it. His eyes glance to the pulse in my neck, then scan down my body where I’m still covered head to toe in his clothes. He rumbles a sound that somehow sounds both satisfied and irritated at the same time.
I reach between us to bunch up the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, wiggling it up to bare my chest, and finally tugging it over my head. It’s harder than I anticipated to get it off while still lying on my side next to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind my awkward maneuvering, if the heat in his eyes is any indication.
Asher meets my gaze again and I suck in a breath at the barely leashed hunger. Biting my lip, I nod, and his hands are instantly on me again, roaming and squeezing my curves, rolling my nipples, sending warmth and goosebumps up and down my skin.
I tug on his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine, and he meets my tongue stroke for stroke, working me into a frenzy with barely there touches and caresses that leave me wanting so much more.
“Ash, make me feel good,” I say. “I want you.”
Asher sits up and strips the borrowed sweats and boxers down my legs, somehow shedding his own at the same time, then climbs over me. His heavy weight presses me into the mattress, and I wonder if this is nirvana. This feeling of being wanted and held, cherished and desired with a fierceness that astounds me.
Instead of following my request though, he continues teasing. His hands wander, and his soft lips follow. They cover every inch of my skin. He licks and nibbles in some areas, and places gentle kisses in others. My heart jolts when I realize he’s kissing all of my injuries and lingering bruises, but I refuse to let tears be part of this moment.
“Now, Ash,” I plead. “Take me.”
I writhe beneath him, his touch turning me to madness. My fingers tangle in his already messy hair and I yank on it, trying to convince him to give me more. I feel the hint of a smile as his morning stubble scrapes along the crease of my hip to my inner thigh, almost where I want him.
“I need you,” I whimper, not caring how breathy and needy the words sound. “Please.”
“There’s my good girl,” he rasps, and his mouth finally meets my center.
Asher licks the flat of his tongue straight up my slit, pressing into my folds and finding his way directly to my clit. My hips launch up into his mouth, my back curving off the bed, and his dark chuckle vibrates through me. He devours me like I’m his favorite meal, nipping and sucking, licking and swirling his tongue exactly where I want it.
I can’t possibly hold in my moans and cries, so I don’t even try. When he slides two fingers inside me and curls them against my inner walls, my orgasm hits like a freight train. It rushes through me, and he bands one forearm across my lower stomach, pining my rolling hips to the mattress, but his tongue doesn’t stop. He rides me through it, stroking me bothinside and out, prolonging my pleasure as it pulses through me.
When my tremors start to subside, Asher rolls on a condom, then braces his body over mine, notching his cock against me. He brings my lust roaring to the surface again with one long, slow thrust. His eyes are fixed to my pussy, and he watches with predatory, possessive satisfaction as his cock splits me open and he slides in. Inch by inch, I feel every moment of his claiming, because that’s what this is. I want to claim him too, but my moment will come. Right now, I revel in the sensations Asher is creating as he drags against my inner walls with each thrust, hitting every pleasure point as he changes the angle until I’m writhing beneath him again.
“Stars, Ash, you feel so good.”
I’m losing my mind, I want more. I want all of him, unrestrained, giving all of himself to me. I clench around him and he growls, spearing a hand into my hair. With a quick pull, he slants my head, angling it to the side so I’m baring my throat to him.
His fangs clamp on my neck and my mind blanks. I’m consumed by white hot fire, but they don’t pierce my skin, and although part of me wants to scream at him to do it, the other part holds back, not sure what to expect. His tongue laves my skin and he sucks a mark right over my pulse point.
“Mine.” His voice is dark, barely leashed, and it brings out my own feral animal.
Twisting my hips with a sudden shove to his shoulder, I roll us to the side, then continue the momentum. Asher’s hands are tight on my hips, holding me to him while we roll, so I’m on top with my legs straddling his hips as they continue to punch up into me.
I lean down until my mouth meets his pec, then I bite. Hard.
It doesn’t draw blood, but it will certainly leave a mark.Asher sucks in a breath, and it comes back out as a raspy growl. He becomes impossibly harder inside me, and his tempo increases as he lifts and lowers me in time with his thrusts, somehow moving my body with his like I weigh nothing.
