Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

I woke to Asher’s fingers tracing my spine. The touch was gentle, almost reverent. I peered over my shoulder. He was propped up on his arm and followed the movement of his hand on my back. Hands that could kill without remorse, Hands that were gentle towards me right now. His

gaze found me and I still couldn’t believe it.

That he was here. That Asher was here with me.

He had slept here. All this time, months of being in this house, in this room, with him just coming and going, never once staying the night and now, he had. He slept here. With me. In his arms. All night.

And this morning… he was still here. I turned my head, slowly, as if too sudden a movement would wake me from the dream. But no, he was right there. Asher. His eyes were still heavy with sleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. And God, he looked so handsome. Like this. This was the first time I had ever seen his face in the morning. No masks, no sharp edges. Just him. So clear. So raw.

It felt like a dream I’d had a hundred times. Waking up in his arms. Feeling his warmth instead of cold sheets. Tracing his features with my eyes before putting his mask on.

I knew he was going to leave. Of course, he was. He always did. But I wanted this moment to last, even for a little while longer.

So I rolled over. Slowly. Just to get closer. Just to press my body against his, Letting myself pretend for just a little while that this was ours. That this morning was real.

Neither of us said anything. I kissed him. I was sore from last night but I wouldn’t let that stop me, not only because he looked like he needed this more than anything right now but also because I needed him too. Last night, Asher, above me, in me, I’d felt like things had fallen into place. With him, I felt anchored.

Things were complicated between us, they couldn’t be anything else, given our pasts and lives, but I knew no matter what he was, nobody would ever make me feel more cared for than he did. Why had I ever thought I could be with someone else, someone with a normal past? No other man would ever get me, not the same way Asher did.

Reaching for his neck, I pulled him toward me. He didn’t resist. Our lips glided over each other as he reached between us, and found my opening to test my readiness, He shifted and his tip pressed against me. My fingers on his neck tightened as he claimed me with a slow push. My walls quivered in a mix of pain and pleasure. I exhaled sharply. He moved slowly, gently.

Last night had been despair and possessiveness, and perhaps even fear. This was different. It felt like…lovemaking. In a twisted way, Perhaps twisted was all I’d ever get.

His mouth found mine as his chest rubbed over ny breasts. I moaned as he hit a spot deep within, and lifted my butt, needing more. His fingers slipped between my legs, finding my bundle of nerves and began their soft play, I gasped against his lips, and his tongue slipped in,

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meeting mine for a slow dance. My toes curled and my fingers scratched over the linen as he sped up. Sparks of pleasure travelled from my core into every nerve ending.

I cried out, my hips bucking, and Asher pushed hard into me as he too lost control. We gasped and shook against each other. Too many sensations, too many feelings. For a moment he didn’t move, his hot mouth against my throat, and then he rolled over and pulled me with him so my cheek rested against his chest. As if he was trying to hide his face from me.

Our breathing was ragged as we both tried to catch our breath. Finally, his phone rang.

He pulled himself from me with a kind of reluctant ease, stood up from the bed completely naked and walked over to where his jacket hung carelessly on the chair. He pulled his phone out of the inner pocket and answered.

“Yes,” he said into the receiver.

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