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ELEVEN

DANICA

A sher's kiss was a wildfire that consumed her completely.

Danica's fingers tangled further in his dark hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their bodies together.

His strong arm around her waist was unyielding, his strength both thrilling and grounding.

When he broke the kiss to lift her into his arms, she let out a breathless laugh, her heart pounding in her chest.

"You're not exactly subtle, are you?" she teased, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"Subtlety's overrated," he growled, his green eyes blazing with burning desire. "I've waited long enough today."

He carried her through the moonlit gardens, his steps sure and deliberate.

Danica clung to him, her body humming with electricity.

The night air was cool against her skin, but his heat radiated through her, a promise of what was to come.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—clean and cedar and something wild. It was intoxicating.

Inside his mansion, he took the stairs two at a time, his grip on her never faltering.

His bedroom was a reflection of him—commanding yet warm.

The dark wood furniture, the rich fabrics, and the faint scent of cedar and smoke.

He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist as he stepped back to look at her.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and rough. "Every damn inch of you."

Danica's cheeks burned, but she held his intense gaze, her confidence bolstered by the hunger in his eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, Alpha."

He smirked, a flicker of amusement softening his intensity.

Before she could blink, he was unzipping her dress as his mouth crashed against hers with a ferocity that left her breathless.

Her dress pooled to the floor and his hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if committing her to memory.

She fumbled with the buttons of his black dress shirt, her fingers trembling with urgency.

When she finally pushed it off his broad shoulders, she couldn't help but admire the hard lines of his chest, the defined muscles that spoke of strength and power.

"You're staring," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

"Can you blame me?" she shot back, her hands sliding over his chest. "You're kind of a masterpiece."

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You're the true masterpiece, Danica. I'm just the lucky bastard who gets to touch you."

His words sent a shiver through her body.

He backed her onto the bed, his body following hers as he trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts.

His mouth was hot and insistent, drawing gasps and moans from her as he teased her sensitive skin.

She arched into him, her hands gripping his broad shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her core.

"Asher," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Please."

He lifted his head, his green eyes dark with desire. "Please what?"

She swallowed, her heart racing. "Don't stop."

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "I don't plan to."

He moved lower, his hands sliding down her hips.

He removed her panties in one swift motion and settled between her thighs.

The first touch of his tongue against her sensitive folds made her gasp, her fingers tangling in the sheets.

He soon became relentless, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive her to the edge.

She could feel her pleasure building, her body tightening with every stroke and every flick of his tongue.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured against her sensitive skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So perfect."

Danica's breath hitched as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting a spot that made her vision blur.

Her hips bucked against him, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

She was close, so close, and he knew it.

He increased the pressure, his mouth and fingers working in perfect sync until she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Asher!" she cried, her voice breaking as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

He didn't stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling, her body spent and boneless. When he finally lifted his head, his lips glistening, she could only stare at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"You're amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He crawled up her body, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're the amazing one," he said, brushing her hair from her face. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her again, his body pressing hers into the mattress. She could feel the hard length of him against her thigh, and a fresh wave of desire surged through her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer.

"Then don't keep me waiting," she murmured against his lips.

He didn't. With a growl that sent shivers down her spine, he rolled off her onto his back, his hands moving with practiced ease to remove his black dress pants and boxers.

His large cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and Danica's breath caught at the sight of him.

He was magnificent, every inch of him radiating power and need.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice thick with desire as he pulled her on top of him.

She straddled his hips, her body trembling with anticipation as she reached down to guide him to her entrance.

The tip of his cock pressed against her, and she gasped at the sensation, her body already slick and ready for him.

"Take your time," he said, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm not going anywhere."

Danica bit her lip, her heart pounding as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Inch by delicious inch, he filled her, stretching her in the most exquisite way.

She gasped, her head falling back as she took all of him, her body adjusting to his size.

He was so large, so intense, and yet it felt so right, as if they were made for each other.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "So tight and so perfect."

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she began to move, starting slow, savoring every inch of him as she rocked her hips.

She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, and it only fueled her desire.

She wanted to see him lose control, to feel him give in to the same primal need that was coursing through her.

"Faster," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Harder."

Asher's eyes darkened, his grip on her hips tightening impossibly further as he met her movements with equal intensity.

His thrusts became more urgent and more desperate.

Danica's moans filled the room as pleasure built inside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers grabbing his hair as she urged him on, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

"Asher," she gasped, her soft voice breaking as the pleasure became overwhelming. "I'm so close."

"Let go," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Come for me."

His words were all it took. With a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Her inner walls tightened around him, and he let out a guttural groan, his thrusts becoming even more frantic.

With one final, deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his release filling her completely.

Danica collapsed against his chest, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

She could feel his heart pounding beneath her, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he held her close.

For a moment, they just lay there, their bodies still connected, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.

"That was…" Danica began, her voice soft and breathless.

"Intense. And perfect," Asher finished for her, his voice equally soft. He brushed a kiss against her forehead, his arms tightening around her. "You're everything, Danica."

Danica smiled, her heart swelling with emotion.

There was something about Asher that made her feel alive in a way she never had before.

It wasn't just the physical connection, though that was undeniable.

It was the way he looked at her, the way he touched her, and the way he made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.

"I've never felt this way before," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "It's like… like I've finally found where I belong."

Asher's eyes softened, his hand cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "You do belong here," he said, his voice firm and sure. "With me."

Danica's heart swelled at his words, and she leaned in to kiss him, her lips soft and tender against his. Asher responded with equal tenderness, his hand sliding into her hair as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, they just stayed like that, lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

When they finally broke apart, Danica rested her head on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. "So," she said, her voice teasing, "what's next?"

Asher chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "Next," he said, his hand sliding down her back, "we take a shower."

Danica laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I like the sound of that."

Asher grinned, his arms tightening around her as he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. "Good, because I plan to savor you longer," he said, his voice low and full of promise.

Danica's laughter turned into a gasp as his lips found hers again, and she knew that this was just the beginning. With Asher, she had found something she hadn't even known she was looking for. And she didn't want to ever lose it.

Asher soon lifted Danica effortlessly off the bed, her body still humming from the intensity of their lovemaking, and carried her into his massive bathroom.

The cool air kissed her skin, but his heat was a constant presence, grounding her.

He put her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist as he reached for the shower knobs.

The dual shower heads sprang to life, water cascading down in a warm, steady stream.

Danica tilted her head back, letting the water soak her hair and run down her body. She couldn't help but smile as Asher handed her a bar of soap, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "Think you can handle washing me without getting distracted?" she teased, her voice light but her heart pounding.

He smirked, taking the soap from her and lathering it between his hands.

"Distracted? By you? Never." His fingers trailed down her arms, the soap bubbles sliding over her skin in a slow, deliberate motion.

His touch was electric, and she felt her breath hitch as his hands moved to her shoulders, her back, and her hips.

When his fingers brushed the curve of her breast, she let out a soft gasp.

"You're cheating," she accused, her voice trembling as his touch ignited every nerve in her body.

"Cheating?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "I'm just making sure you're thoroughly clean."

"Thoroughly distracted, you mean," she shot back, but her protest was weak, her body already responding to him.

She reached for the soap, determined to return the favor, but her hands were unsteady as she ran them over his chest, his abs, and his shoulders.

Every inch of him was hard and powerful, and she couldn't help but marvel at the strength coiled beneath his skin.

Their playful banter soon gave way to something hotter and more urgent.

The water pounded around them, but it was nothing compared to the heat building between them.

Asher soon pinned her up against the cool tiled wall.

His body pressed against hers as he claimed her soft lips in a fierce kiss.

She wrapped her legs around him, her hands grabbing his shoulders as he entered her in one smooth, deep thrust.

"God, you feel so good," he growled, his voice thick with need. His hips moved with a primal urgency, each thrust driving her higher and closer to the edge. She clung to him, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his rhythm, their bodies moving together in sync.

"Asher," she gasped, her voice cracking as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

"Come, Danica," he commanded, his voice low and fierce.

She soon cried out as her body shattered, every muscle convulsing as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. He followed her over the edge, his powerful release filling her so completely, his grip on her tightening as he buried his face in her neck.

For a moment, they didn't move, their bodies still intimately connected, their breaths mingling in the steam-filled air.

Danica's legs trembled, but she didn't care.

All that mattered was the man holding her, the way he made her feel, and the way he always looked at her like she was his entire world.

"You're everything I've ever wanted and everything I never knew I needed," she murmured, her voice soft and breathless.

"I feel the same way about you," he replied softly.

When they finally separated, Asher turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her. His hands were gentle as he dried her off, and she smiled uncontrollably.

He soon led her back to the bedroom, his arm around her like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

They climbed into bed together and the sheets were cool against her skin.

Asher pulled her close, his body a solid, comforting presence against hers.

She rested her head on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"This is definitely where I belong," she whispered, her voice soft but sure. "With you."

His arms tightened around her and he brushed a kiss against her hair. "You're my mate, Danica. I'm never letting you go," he said, his voice full of promise.

She smiled, her heart filled with emotion. She didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, she knew one thing for certain—she was exactly where she wanted to be—in his arms.