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“Even if I say you’re mine now?”
I smile despite myself. Deep down, I think I knew I belonged with Asher since the time I woke up in the hospital. I guess I was just too proud to admit it back then.
I fought it. God, I fought it so much, but the answer has always been tucked in the darkest pits of my soul.
“Yes,” I murmur.
Asher rolls his hips, lowering himself to me. An unmistakable erection nestles between my thighs, hard and ready. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” It’s the easiest words I had to say.
A groan rips from the back of his throat as he slams his lips to mine. The ferocity of his passion ignites my own and I have no choice but to kiss him back, get lost in his hard mouth and the unspoken words he’s telling me with his lips.
How much he loves I’m his.
How much it drives him insane.
How much he wants me.
They’re all a translation of my own emotions. Asher and I might not see eye to eye on everything, but right now? Right now, our lips and tongues are doing all the talking.
His grip on my wrists hardens as he angles my head with his free hand to kiss me thoroughly. Asher isn’t interested in a mere kiss. He wants to conquer me whole so there’s no part of me left for the taking.
So every inch of my being belongs to him.
He releases my wrists so he can pull my top and sports bra over my head. When it tangles against my hair, he rips the top off.
The power in his strong hands and the unrestrained desire in his eyes cause me to pant.
No. Not mere desire.
That look is so predatory like he’s been waiting a long time for this moment.
Maybe I’ve been waiting for it, too.
His fingers dig into the tender flesh of my breasts. My nipples pucker into tight nubs as he runs his thumbs over them. The friction shoots straight between my legs.
Oh, God. This is pure torture.
His ferocious gaze slides from my nipples to my face that must be all flushed and red. “These tits are mine, too, aren’t they?”
I nod.
He pinches one between his fingers and I hiss a breath at the pleasure mixed with pain. “Does it hurt, prom queen?”
I bite my lower lip to cage the whimper trying to escape.
He leans over and bites the other nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it. “Answer. Me.”
“Yes…it does,” I pant.
“Do you hate it?” His slight scruff scratches against the sensitive skin of my breasts.
“N-no.”
He lifts his head, a grin tilting his lips. “No?”
I must be out of my mind because all I can do is shake my head. I don’t know what it is about Asher’s roughness that draws me in, but it’s there.
