Page 87 of Pure Abandon

“Yes,” I cry out.

And that’s all he needs. Asher bears down on me, forcing my back against the wall. I drop the suit I was holding in my hands. His lips move brutally across my mouth, his tongue performing dangerous acts against mine.

Taking my hands in his, Asher raises them above my head, pinning me to the cold hard surface of the wall. His full weight presses against me, and I can feel his arousal against my belly. Every divot and sculpted muscle is hard against the front of my body, his hands strong in mine as they hold me in place. I am at his mercy.

Asher’s mouth travels along my jaw, taking tiny bites of my neck and along my collarbone until he is nipping at my ear and sucking on the lobe. The sensation traveling through my body sends a tingling sensation down my spine and deep into my peak.

My mind knows this is wrong, but my body can’t resist. I want this man. Hell, I need this man. I’ve never craved anything more in my life.

Taking my head in his hands, Asher tugs my hair, forcing my mouth up. His kiss is explosive. I can feel his desire continue to build as his kisses quicken.

In one swift motion, Asher’s hand slips along my neck and tugs at the string of my dress, sending the silky fabric down my body, pooling at my feet. His hand slides down my neck and rests on the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it with the tips of the fingers. That too falls to the floor.

My breasts exposed, I feel helpless. Asher takes my nipples between his fingers and tugs at them. I cry out in pleasure. His other hand cups my bottom and pulls me tighter into his groin.

I can’t take anymore. I need to feel his skin. Hungry with the thought of feeling him, I lace my fingers between the openings of his shirt and rip it open. Buttons fly across the room, but I have no apologies.

Asher lets out a deep growl from within his chest and leans down, taking a nipple in his hot mouth, and sucks on it, licking circles along the rim. I cry out in pleasure.

My cries must do something to him because he rises back to his feet and takes my mouth in his again, and I can feel the rock-hard impression of his desire so heavy against me I can’t imagine what it will feel like without the clothes between us.

I press my body against his and nearly collapse at the feeling of his hard chest against my breasts. My hands caress his firm torso and move toward his strong back, pushing the shirt and jacket away from his body.

Releasing our mouths, I steal a glance to appraise the man. Asher stands in front of me, panting, wearing nothing but satin skin over hard muscle and a black pair of pants. I can’t believe this is really going to happen. This incredible, sexy man is mine. Even if it’s only for one night, this ultimate Apollo, the great Omega, is mine. I drink him in.

My eyes rise and startle to see his looking down on me, not at my body, but straight into my soul.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, his chest rising and falling so fast and hard I almost don’t hear him.

He took the words right out of my mouth.

Asher grabs my backside and hoists me up to him, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. He carries me to the bed and lays me down on the soft duvet.

I sit up on my elbows and watch as he slowly removes his belt and pants, leaving him naked in front of me. I have to blink twice to make sure I’m seeing him properly.

Oh yes, he is as impressive as I dreamed he’d be.

Asher climbs onto the bed, his masculine, hard body hovering over mine. Sitting on his knees, he stops and stares down at me, his hands massaging the inside of my legs as they travel to my lace panties. Hooking his two forefingers inside, he skims them down my legs and throws them onto the nightstand beside the bed. He slowly licks his lips and his pupils dilate as he lowers his head toward me. My legs widen to accommodate the width of his shoulders as he settles between my thighs. He dips his head and kisses my navel, plunging his tongue in and out.

My hips arch off the bed, pleading for him to move lower. His mouth on my skin feels so good I may jump out of my skin. My body is wet and heat pools deep down inside of me, begging for him to be nearer. His tongue glides down my inner thigh, kissing and nipping my skin and nearly sending me over the edge.

“Alex, please…” I beg.

“No.” His head lifts and carnal eyes meet mine. “If I only get you once, I need to soak this in. Tonight we play by my rules.”

His commanding tone drips with sex. I grasp his hair in my hands and guide his mouth to the peak of my desire. His tongue knows exactly where to go and starts by licking the sensitive folds already hot with desire.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he says, lapping up my wetness with the smooth velvet of his tongue.

I let out a loud moan of pure pleasure. He rewards me with a lick to my very swollen clit. I gasp for breath.

“Hold on, baby. Once I taste you, I’m not gonna be able to stop,” he says just before lowering himself back down and quickly starts circling my need, flicking, licking, and sucking at a pace I didn’t know was humanly possible.

I tug his hair in approval and he continues on, his tongue practically vibrating on my clit. There is no down time, no need for him to go faster because my body is practically trying to back away because the pleasure of it is too much and too fast.

Asher dips two fingers inside me, making a “come hither” motion, and my desire rises. Quickening his fingertips to match his mouth, my body is about to burst. Sweat pools on my chest and my ears burn so hot I might explode. My mind goes blank and my voice is crying out in sounds that aren’t human.

I need it, want it, feel it… Fuck it!