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“Maybe I read too many smut god books.”
His deep chuckle is next to my left ear, encouraging me to open my eyes just enough to see a hint of his smile before he kisses my cheek.
“I enjoy your interest in expanding your knowledge in the fantasy realms of sexual pleasure,” he praises. “Makes me intrigued as to what you’d allow me to do.”
“As in this whole temperature difference thing?”
“I didn’t think you’d notice,” he admits and whispers. “Turn over, Sweetness.”
My stomach flips with excitement, and I gather enough strength to flop over. The chilled surface of his chiseled body pressing along my backside makes me moan at his touch.
“You’re burning up like crazy,” he points out and nestles his head between my neck and shoulder. “You smell extra nice, though.”
I giggle at that because here I am, dripping in sweat from head to toe, with my room smelling like we’ve been doing the deed for hours, and he thinks I smell nice.
“Now, you have to be Asher because no way is Ash complimenting me like that,” I laugh.
“Boo, boo,” he mutters against my flesh. “You caught me.”
“Welcome back,” I whisper as he snakes his hand around the front side of my neck and lifts my chin up enough so he can lean in and kiss me passionately.
His cock is rubbing along my ass, making me moan at the feel of his erect cock impatiently needing some sort of movement to hype his body up for what’s next.
“That part of me is too rough on you,” he grumbles, as if he can just go into his subconscious and talk to Ash.
“You speak as if you can tell him off,” I point out and seek his lips once more. He happily kisses me until we’re begging for air.
“You’d think being born to use and manipulate shadows, I could stop them from taking over when they want to enjoy my woman.”
“Your woman, hmm?” I’m trying not to get sleepy just by talking to him. Having him draped on top of me without him putting his full weight is a tad comfortable.
“Did he wear you out?”
“No…” My quiet answer is far from the truth.
“Mhmm.” He kisses my shoulder, and it feels even better when he moves back and trails his lips along my flesh. Kiss after kiss contributes to my slipping consciousness, but the icing on the cake is having his hands lightly grip my shoulders and begin to knead them with the perfect massaging pace.
“Fuck,” I groan into the pillow. “Why did I forget about this…?”
That this man might as well be the god of the greatest massage therapy a man can deliver.
“I didn’t do it often enough to engrave into your system,” he points out and whispers, “We’ll make it our aftercare during Friday nights.”
“I’d praise you forever.”
He’s laughing now, the sound lighthearted.
“You’re really putting me on the god pedestal, aren’t you?”
“In the bedroom, you can be my god every fucking night,” I mutter and nestle my head into the pillow. My eyes remain closed as Asher does miracle work on my tense shoulders.
I didn’t realize how tense my body was.
“I have a bit of competition, though,” he notes. “Or am I imagining things?”
“Hmm.” I’m trying not to drift off, but it’s getting trickier by the second. “Depends on if they survive the first week of school.”
“I enjoy the idea of you being confident in what lengths I’d go to keep you, Sweet Cruella.”
