Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He’s right…I did. It’s the reason I disappeared. Had it solely been amazing sex, it would’ve been far easier to keep an emotional distance and enjoy everything he was offering. A much-needed break from reality. But that’s not what happened. Instead, an emotional connection was forged. One I have no idea how to sever.
“Answer me.”
I hiss out a breath when his teeth sink into the plump flesh above my slit, and a potent concoction of pleasure-infused pain reverberates throughout my entire being until it echoes in the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His thumbs hook into the elastic band of my panties before dragging them down until the top of my pussy is bared. His heated gaze licks over me before he presses a kiss against my naked flesh.
“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere.” He flicks his gaze to mine, spearing me with a hot look. “Is this what it’ll be like between us? Me forcing every little acknowledgement from you?”
He lowers his mouth until his tongue can swipe over me. When he repeats the maneuver, I can’t stop the moan from slipping free.
“Because that’s exactly what I’ll do. Every damn time, if that’s what it takes. I let you run from me once and I’m not gonna allow it to happen again. Understand?”
I have no idea why a small, defiant part of me wants to fight him. Maybe I need to push him into proving that he’s serious and the promises he’s making aren’t empty ones.
A challenging light fills his eyes when I remain silent.
“Have it your way,” he growls.
When he rises from the bed, the warmth of his body disappears, and I shiver at the loss. His fingers wrap around the slim band at my hips before ripping them down my legs. The renting of fabric is the only sound that can be heard over our labored breathing. Once the panties have been torn away, he moves between my legs, widening them until he’s able to fit.
I hate the thrill of excitement that rushes through my veins as he presses my thighs impossibly wide until he can see every pink inch. His gaze drops to my core and heat gathers in my cheeks as he studies me.
My heart pounds a painful staccato as the burn of his gaze licks over my body. I can’t help but squirm as another burst of need explodes inside me. His fingers bite into my flesh, holding me in place. The grip isn’t painful, more like a constant reminder of his dominating presence. Deep down, I know if I told Asher to stop or back off, he’d do it in a heartbeat.
The problem is that’s not what I want.
What I want is his forcefulness.
There’s something strangely freeing about being at his mercy and giving in to the rush of sensations that crashes over me like a tidal wave. It forces me to forget about everything else going on in my life and focus solely on him. On the pleasure coursing through me.
And for that, I’m grateful.
Just when it seems like I’ll self-combust from the intensity of his scrutiny, he takes a long, leisurely lap of my core. The firm pressure of his tongue leaves me arching, silently seeking out more. It’s only when I’m writhing beneath him that he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.
That’s all it takes for me to go from zero to sixty in two seconds flat, and then I’m hovering at the edge of oblivion. One little nudge and I’ll dive headfirst off the precipice.
I want so badly for him to send me spiraling.
Instead of giving me the relief I seek, he pulls back and nips at the soft flesh of my inner thighs with sharp teeth. All that sensation swirling through me collapses in on itself, leaving me to feel frustrated, achy, and on edge. A puff of air bursts from my lips.
“Asher…” Even though I try to keep my voice level, it’s riddled with pleading notes that embarrass the hell out of me. I hate asking for anything, and that’s exactly what he’s forcing me to do.
Beg for every little touch.
Every caress.
Just so I understand who is in charge and calling the shots.
“What, baby girl? What do you want?”
“I want you to…”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
He presses his lips against my pussy but doesn’t take it any further. “There. Like that?”
I groan. My body feels like it’s on fire, a raging inferno that he’s carefully stoking to life. And because of that, he’s the only one capable of dousing the flames.
“No.”
“No?” He presses his mouth to my clit. “What about this?”
I raise my hips in silent invitation as need thrums through me.
“Admit you feel something for me.”
One thick finger sinks inside my heat. I can’t help but clench my inner muscles around him as he slowly withdraws the digit. The pleasure spinning through me is nothing short of delicious. And I want more.