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“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” I say.
“It’s not, babe. It’s mutual,” he tells me.
“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper.
And just like that, the desperation fades into something softer—something real.
I pull back, admiring his swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Asher looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“It doesn’t have to,” he rasps.
“Just promise me you have this all figured out,” I tell him, and he holds me tighter to his chest.
“I promise.” He grins. “You’re my endgame, Ice Queen.”
I’ma changed woman after spending four days with Asher. I roll over, his arm wrapped around me as the sunshine beams through the windows. We stayed up most of the night talking and enjoying one another’s company, knowing that this ease and comfort would disappear as soon as we left.
“Good morning, princess,” he whispers in my ear.
I roll over onto my back as his fingers slide into my panties. I grab his wrist, gasping as he gently brushes over my clit.
“I was wrong about you,” I confess as his circles on my clit grow more deliberate.
“I’m aware. Glad we’re finally on the same page,” he says, kissing my neck, pulling away, leaving my pussy throbbing for attention. “We should go.”
“We have five minutes,” I whimper, squeezing my thighs together, needing him more than I need air.
He shifts, his lips brushing my shoulder, and laughs. “I should leave your pussy begging for me.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I mutter.
“I wouldn’t. Can’t get enough of you,” he coos, his voice rough from sleep.
His hand slides down my stomach, slow and possessive, and I bite my lip when his fingers dip between my legs, stroking the slick heat he left there.
“You’re still wet,” he says, and the rasp in his tone makes my hips roll, and I want more of him.
“You’re still hard,” I shoot back, my voice trembling as his fingers curl inside me, stretching me in that way that makes my breath catch.
He chuckles, and I can feel his cock swell against my leg, eager and thick.
“Always around you,” he growls, and then he’s rolling me onto my back, his body hovering above mine.
Asher claims me with a desperate and hungry kiss. His tongue fucks my mouth as his cock slides between my thighs, teasing my clit with each thrust. I moan against him, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.
“Break me,” I breathe against his lips, my voice shaking with want. “Fuck me so hard that I feel you for a week.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs my hips, lifting them so he can slide into me with one brutal thrust that punches the air from mylungs. I gasp, my nails digging into his skin as he stretches me open in the best fucking way. He pauses for a moment, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling as we both adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
“Billie,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion, and I can see it in his eyes—the vulnerability, the fear. “I think I’m falling for you,” he confesses, and it’s like the room tilts.
My heart squeezes in my chest, but before I can respond, he’s moving, his hips pounding against mine in a rhythm that’s relentless and delicious.
“I feel the same,” I whimper and repeat myself to make sure he heard me. “I feel exactly the same.”
Every thrust hits that sweet spot inside me, and I’m already close, my body tightening around him like a vise. He groans, his fingertips dig into my hips as he fucks me harder, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, filthy sound that only makes me hotter.
“You’re mine.” His voice is rough.