Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 207

ARIELLA

Before I could finish, he kissed me. Harder this time. Hungrier.

He kissed me like he was trying to shut me up. Like he couldn’t handle the words but still needed to feel them through me, in me. It wasn’t gentle anymore. It wasn’t about comfort.

It was desperate. Like we were both confused and hurting and searching for answers we didn’t know how to ask for.

But somehow, even through the chaos, we found each other again. Right there. Right in that kiss.

Before I could make up my mind about what I was going to do, Asher jerked me against him again and claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss that made me gasp, then tense. His tongue slipped between my lips, and without wanting to, I opened up for him, parted my lips, and wrestled his tongue with mine. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging, raking, wanting him closer and at the same time wanting to shove him away. Asher gripped my butt and hoisted me up. My legs wound themselves around his waist, but our lips never parted. My body was aflame with lust.

Asher carried me and threw me down on the bed, and the air left my lungs in a rush, but I didn’t get much time to recover because suddenly he was on top of me and his lips were back. His hand slipped under my t-shirt, fingertips gracing my stomach, then the sensitive skin over my ribs. He cupped my breast through my bra and I arched against him. He pulled away, and I barely managed to suppress a sound of protest. He seemed to know it though. He smiled as he pushed my t-shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra. My nipples hardened and his smile widened.

Asher lowered his head over my breasts and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth. A moan slipped out before I could stop myself and Asher didn’t allow me any time to gather myself. His mouth was relentless. The sensations rippling through my body were almost too much. How could he make me feel like that? His tongue circled my nipple before moving on to the other, leaving a wet trail between my breasts. I shivered. Asher’s eyes were glued to my face. He wanted to see me surrender to him, wanted to enjoy this to the very last.

He gently bit down on my nipple and I moaned, even louder than the first time. With a self-satisfied grin, he moved lower, dipping his tongue into my belly button. I squealed like an idiot and tried to squirm away from him, but his hands came down on my hips, holding fast, as his tongue found every ticklish place on my stomach and hips. I was laughing so hard, tears were pooling in my eyes. I had expected him to be rougher after what he’d witnessed, had almost wished for it, but this playful side?

“Mmmh...!” he murmured against a particularly ticklish place right above my hipbone.

“Asher,” I warned sweetly.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

Asher released my throbbing labia. “You taste perfect.” He parted me and brushed a kiss over my clit.

Asher nudged me with his tongue, sending spears of pleasure through me before he captured my clit between his lips and suckled lightly. I gasped and gripped the counter behind me, needing something to support me. My head fell back as Asher did the most amazing thing with his tongue. With slow strokes, he brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could tell this time it would be even more intense. My hand gripped Asher’s head and my fingers tangled in his dark hair. Asher rewarded me with a flick of his tongue against my clit.

“Yes,” I whispered. My entire body screamed for release. I was so close, my legs started shaking, and my breathing quickened. Asher pulled back from what he was doing. My fingers on his head tightened.

“Don’t stop,” I demanded.