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My stomach clenches, and I squirm beneath him. I want to make him feel good too. “I want to taste you,” I murmur.
His eyes ignite with what can only be described as pure need, and he grins. “Later. I want to make you feel good first.” He drops a kiss to my lips then shifts down my body until his face is between my thighs. It’s then I realize I’m only in his t-shirt, no panties. Did he get me dressed last night? I don’t know why I feel embarrassed, it’s not like he hasn’t seen my body. The man had his tongue in my most intimate part for Christ’s sake, so why do I suddenly feel shy?
I have no time to dwell on it as he grips my thighs, bringing both of my legs over his shoulders. His thumbs move to my pussy, making me jerk in excitement as he parts my folds slowly. The sensation of what he is doing makes me shiver, and Asher grins as his eyes meet mine. “Get ready to scream, angel,” is all he says before diving in.
His tongue penetrates me, making my whole body come alive with need. Reaching down, I grab his dirty blonde hair and grind myself on his face. Wanting,needing,this release like I’ve never needed anything before. “That’s it, baby, grind that cunt on my face.” His words vibrate on my sex, and I moan. He shoves two fingers inside me, stretching me out as his lips wrap around my clit. My whole body shakes. Fuck. I think I’m going to come already. He pumps into me with rough strokes before curling his fingers inside me and rubbing that part of me that will have me coming in no time. And I do.
Writhing beneath him, I cling to him with my thighs like a spider monkey, chasing that high I know he can give me. It only takes one more rub, one more suck, and I’m coming undone, screaming his name like he asked me to. “Asher,” I shout out so loud I make myself jump before my whole body goes limp against the mattress. I close my eyes as I try to catch my breath. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was intense. Like in that moment, if I didn’t orgasm, it would be the end of the world.
Movement has me snapping my eyes open to find Asher crawling up my body. He smiles a lazy, relaxed smile as he sucks my juices from his fingers. I’m mesmerized by the way he does it. Almost jealous that it’s his fingers giving him the look he has now. I know that’s irrational. He wouldn’t be sucking his fingers if they hadn’t just been inside me. But I can’t deny I feel a bit of envy. “I’ll give that screaming an eight out of ten. Next time, I want a ten. You’ll give me that, won’t you, angel?” I nod because… well, because I seem to have lost every coherent thought. Asher chuckles, rolling to the side and taking me with him. “Good. I like that you want to please me.”
* * *
I wake a little while later. Asher is nowhere to be seen. I stretch like a cat, sighing at the feel of the soft sheets against my skin. Is it possible that this can be my life? I’m starting to believe it can. Asher has growled that I’m his plenty of times now. I tried to resist, but it does things to me when he says that I amhis. I have a sense of belonging that I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe all the shit I’ve been through has led me here to him.
The door opens, breaking my thoughts, and Asher appears bare chested in a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers. His chest glistens with sweat. I want to run my tongue across it. Has he been working out?
He grins when he catches me staring at him. “You’re awake,” he states. He’s so confident in himself and what he says that it’s hard not to be turned on by him. Will I always feel horny around this man?
“I am. I was thinking that you could take me to my apartment today. I have… some stuff to do for college.” I say the last part quietly.
He stops by the foot of the bed and eyes me for a long beat, as if debating his next words. “Why can’t you do that here?” He says it softly, but I hear the irritation in his voice.
“Asher,” I say in exasperation. “You can’t keep me here forever. I need to go to my apartment. I have errands to run and things to do without you hovering around me,” I tell him. I need to stand my ground on this. I’ve let him have his way and stayed here for nearly two weeks now. I need to go home. Sort things out for school. In all this madness, I forgot term starts in a couple weeks.
“Why? I thought you liked being here.” He sounds hurt.
I don’t want to make him feel like shit about this, but if we are going to be together, I need my independence. I need time away from him. Sighing, I crawl across the bed, pushing up onto my knees at the end.
As I wrap my arms around his neck, he eyes me suspiciously. “I do, Asher, I love being here. But I am not your prisoner, and if we’re doing this, I need to have my own time. It’s not healthy to be with each other twenty-four seven. I don’t want you to get sick of me,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
His face falls as he searches my own. For what, I’m not sure. If he thinks I’m lying about giving us a chance, I’m not. I meant what I said about not fighting us, and I mean it when I say that I’m going to give us a go. I do want to be with him. Even if this whole thing is crazy.
He lets out a harsh breath, and I know I have him. “No. You aren’t a prisoner. I just worry about you in that place; it’s not safe.” I hear and see the concern. “Okay. I have some errands to run myself. I’ll drop you off and then I’ll come and fetch you when I’m done.” I open my mouth to argue, but he presses a kiss to my lips, stopping me, and then pulls back with narrowed eyes. “Don’t fight me on this. You’re lucky I’m letting you go to that place at all. That area, that apartment, is not safe. It’s my way or nothing. You decide.”
I want to fight him on this. Tell him he can’t dictate where I go, but I need to pick my battles, and to be honest, he’s right in what he’s saying. It isn’t safe. “Okay.”
His smile is so big, that I can’t help the own smile that curves my lips.
I know I’m playing into his hands, but in this moment, I don’t care.
ChapterThirteen
ASHER
It’s been a couple of days since I allowed my angel into that shithole she calls home. I hated dropping her off there. So much so, I escorted her up to her apartment and told her to stay in there until I came back to get her. It’s not safe for her there. My paranoia over something happening to her while she was in that place, even for those couple of hours, set my anxiety to an all-time high, which only settled when I had her back in my arms. I never thought I could feel this way about someone. But Remi brings out all sorts of emotions in me.
Possession.
Obsession.
Madness.
Animalistic.
Protective.
Mine.