“I’m never walking away from you,” Asher rasps against my ear, his bare chest pressing against my tank, causing friction over my peaked nipples.
My body ignites again, both from the impact of each thrust, hitting me in just the right way deep inside, and the way his words and tone are so final as he claims me.
And that’s exactly what he’s doing.
Claiming me.
He’s making sure I know who I belong to. And shit, I want to belong to Asher. I really do.
I’m not expecting the second orgasm that hits, and I’m thankful Asher’s palm is still covering my mouth because I’m helpless to hold back. The moment I start soaring, Asher shifts and presses two fingers to my clit, rubbing with vigour that prolongs the electric ripples zapping through me.
A low grunt flies from Asher’s lips as his back stiffens, hammering his cock so deep inside me that it meets resistance.
I milk him. My internal muscles clenching, gripping, until every last drop of his offering has been wrung from his body.
“Fuck, Angel,” he pants in my ear as he peels his hand from my lips. “I’ll never tire of getting lost with you.”
I hum in agreement, knowing exactly how he feels. It’s transcendent. I’ve never felt that before.
“Are you… into somnophilia?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
My words make Asher still, and he rises up to hover over me, the silver chain around his neck dangling as he studies my face.
“Som-what?”
I grin. “Somnophilia. It’s when someone likes to engage insexual activity with another person while they are sleeping or unconscious.”
His dark brows hitch, and then his eyes dart to the side as he thinks that over. Then he nods.
“It would appear so. Didn’t know it was an actual thing.”
“It definitely is a thing,” I say, my cheeks heating at the memory of waking up with hungry arousal so strong that there was no way I couldn’t chase it. “You’ve done that a lot with me.”
Asher nods, a sinful smirk crossing his face.
“There’s just something about turning you on when you can’t fight me off, and then having you wake up so ravenous that you’ll likely eat me alive. I like pushing you past the point of no return.”
Jesus, this guy. If that’s not the hottest thing a man has ever said to me!
“Have you done that with anyone else?”
At my question, Asher shakes his head easily. “Nope. I’ve never done anything meaningful with anyone other than you.”
That makes my heart do a flip inside my chest, and I should slap the little bitch for being so easy, but my brain and heart are having a hard time refusing him.
Asher, now lax inside me, slips from my body, leaning down to press his warm lips to my nose before he rolls off my bed and darts into the bathroom. I hear the faucet running for a moment before he struts back in, completely naked, his cock swaying heavily between his legs as he moves.
“How did you get in here?” I ask, frowning. “I locked the door.”
With a smirk, he parts my legs and starts cleaning me up with a warm washcloth.
“The window.” He bobs his head toward my window, and I frown.
“But… how?”
Turning his attention to cleaning his dick, Asher mumbles, “I went out the window when you were distracting the twins this morning, and left it unlocked.”
While that was smart on his part, dread washes over me at the fact that my window has been unlocked since this morning,all while there’s someone offering a lot of money to end my life.
