Suddenly, the feeling crests, and I’m moaning low and long as I buck wildly against his mouth and fingers. “Asher!” I cry as my orgasm washes over me in waves.
He works me through it, slowing only when I start to still, pressing one last kiss to my slick, oversensitive flesh that makes me twitch. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise curls through me as warm as everything else.
I’m trembling gently with aftershocks even as he stands and gathers me in his arms. He nuzzles my hair as he carries meto the bedroom. My eyes are half-lidded, heavy as he sets me on my feet and undresses me the rest of the way.
I moan softly in complaint when he lets go. “I need to grab a towel,” he murmurs, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.
My heart goes haywire, and it chases away the last of the drowsiness. He returns with a wet towel and gently cleans me.
“What about you?” I ask as he starts to undress.
I couldn’t help but notice the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Tonight is all about you, baby girl. I’ll take care of myself later,” he assures me.
“I want to take care of it,” I say, almost pouting.
Asher smiles. “You do?” His voice comes out deep, his eyes darkening with need.
I nod enthusiastically, licking my lips without meaning to. Desire coils low in me at the thought of making him come undone as he slowly unfastens his jeans. He pushes the denim down and frees himself, and my breath catches. I knew he’d be big—everything about him is—but seeing him is different. Long and thick and hard, and a nervous thrill runs through me at the thought of all that fitting anywhere inside me. My thighs press together on instinct. He catches it, and something hungry flickers across his face. Then, he moves closer until his hard cock grazes my belly.
“You know what to do?” he asks. It’s a soft murmur that does things to my insides.
I shake my head, and he chuckles softly before guiding me to my knees.
The floor is cool under me, and he’s right there, close and impossibly hard. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to. I wrap my hand around the base of his length the way instinct tells me to, and the low sound he makes goes straight through me. Emboldened, I lean in and press a soft, testing kiss to the tip.
His fingers thread into my hair, not pulling, just guiding. “That’s my girl,” he rasps.
I flick my tongue over his crown and smile at his indrawn breath.
“Open for me,” he orders.
I do as he commands and close my mouth around his hard cock. His answering groan spurs me on, and I suck deeper, taking more of him until he hits my throat. He lets out a loud grunt as he pumps his hips, driving himself deeper.
“I’m about to come, baby girl,” he growls, jerking hard.
He tries to pull out, but I clamp my fingers around his cock, sucking hard. That’s all he needs as he comes hot and deep, jerking and groaning. My core spasms at his look of euphoria, sending aftershocks through my body.
Later, when everything quiets again and I’m curled against him, I feel his lips on my forehead. I smile as my heart fills with warmth.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
I snuggle deeper in his arms.I start to get drowsy, but before I can drift off, the reality of everything settles back in.
The danger. The contract. I glance up at him, watching the way his expression softens just slightly when he looks down at me.
“You’re really going to protect me?” I ask quietly.
His hand brushes lightly over my hair, his gaze steady. “Yeah, I am. Always.”
Chapter Four
Asher
I wake before she does.
That’s nothing new. Years of training, of sleeping light, of never fully letting my guard down—that doesn’t wash off.
