Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 193

I need this.

I need some form of connection with him. I also need to own a part of him. I need to turn his world upside down just like he did to mine. A growl rips from deep inside him as he kisses me with a ruthless vigour that steals my thoughts. It’s not a kiss, it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.

Just this. Us. In this moment.

His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me some more. The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and anger as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue into my mouth and consumes me. The taste of him is fire, burning every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up, break me.

There’s no finesse in the way he kisses me right now. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks me. God! I miss fucking him.... I crave it. I love it. I fall apart at the thought. I can't wait to have him inside me again. His kiss is furious. It’s dangerous. It’s everything. And then he kisses me some more with a blinding passion.

He manoeuvres and slams me against the kitchen Island.

My back is glued to the cool island, my hands pressed at my sides, and I’m spread-eagled, my dress riding up to expose the lace thong I wore. The more his darkened gaze sweeps over me, the harder it is to breathe. He leans down, blocking the horizon, and thrusts his knee between my parted legs.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t touched him for a long time, but everything is electrifying. The brush of his lips against mine, the pads of his fingers tilting my jaw back so he can deepen the kiss, his hand fisting in my hair, his pants brushing against my thighs..... Everything. This kiss is claiming but also surrendering. He wants me. So much so, he can’t hold back. I’d like to think he needs me enough that he doesn’t want to let go. And I need him, too. He’s the only man I’ve ever craved with every fibre of my being.

My hand slides over his lean waist, his back, touching, stroking. I’ve been so deprived of him, I’ve experienced withdrawal symptoms. This kiss is my long-awaited hit. Still kissing me, he releases my jaw and I pause, he reaches between us and the sound of a buckle echoes in the air.

“Asher…” I whisper, half excited, half horrified. After all, we’re in the kitchen.

I soon moan as he rubs his hard cock against my panties, over my clit. Pleasure pools at the base of my belly as he repeats the motion agonizingly slowly.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He slides the flimsy fabric aside and glides the length of his cock against my slit.

“Oh God.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

“You're horny for me aren't you?” He aligns the crown with my opening.

I clench, so ready to suck him inside me, but he only thrusts the tip in slow, shallow movements.

“Asher…” I groan in frustration. He thrusts his entire massive cock in one go.

Oh God! This man is a beast. It’s been some time, so it hurts, but it’s a good pain. The pain I’ve been missing. Asher doesn’t move for a few seconds, his cock throbbing inside me as I get accustomed to the size. Both his arms slam on either side of my face as his molten gaze sinks into mine, a dark glint growing in his light eyes.

I moan as he hits that spot again. He pushes me so I lie on the granite surface and lift my legs up so that they’re resting on his shoulders. The new angle gives him deeper access and he uses it to his advantage. He thrusts into me harder and faster. He circles my clit.

“Come for me.” I do. Uncontrollably.

Asher claims my bruised lips, eating up my scream.

I roll my hips, riding the wave, kissing him back, getting so lost, I forget where we are. As his movements turn more frantic, more urgent, I grab his face with both hands and pull away. A trail of saliva connects us as I whisper,

“Come with me.”

“You are mine,” he growls, his mouth devouring mine, and then I feel it. The deep warmth that fills my insides. He comes for a long time, his cum filling me up and gushing out.

He grunts with pleasure against my lips. I kiss the tip of his chin, feeling so damn light and happy. I can't believe that I am happy Asher is here, but I am. He makes me happy I suddenly realise....

Asher mutters a curse and carries me in his arms, I realise this Happiness scares the living hell out of me, but I still want it anyway.