Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 208

ARIELLA

I came not long after but never got time to catch my breath because Asher ripped down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He gripped my hips and looked at me full of hunger and possessiveness as he pushed into me in one hard thrust.

Asher's eyes fell shut, and I released a long moan at the stretched sensation. I could feel every nerve ending in my pussy. Asher opened his eyes and bent forward and cupped my head, his thumbs stroking along my temple gently. He slid out of me gradually, only to glide back in even slower. His eyes locked on mine as he moved unhurriedly, his lips close but not touching mine. I couldn’t look away. This felt more intimate than ever before, as if Asher was trying to convey something with his eyes.

I wondered if Asherfelt felt more for me than he could admit.

“You are everything,” he rasped as he made love to me.

God, this felt like making love. Was it? Could this really be love? I searched his eyes, desperately hoping to find some proof of deeper feelings lurking within them. He was so guarded, always keeping me at arm's length, and it was exhausting trying to break through. God, how I wished he'd just let me in.

I knew he had so many problems, and I was already more involved than I probably should have been. And then, something shifted. For the first time since I came back, and honestly, the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a crack in his armour. He lowered his guard, just for a moment, and allowed me to glimpse past the cold mask he always wore.

In that brief instant, I saw it, emotions he couldn't vocalise, feelings that mirrored my own. Sometimes I like he wanted me as close as possible, but then, he'd push me away with a force that stung. It was a confusing dance, but after his confession and in that shared gaze, I just knew...

"Let me show you how I really feel Ariella. Let me..."

And I nodded as I pulled him. Toward me for an angry kiss and he delivered,

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ariella,” Asher rasped. I shivered at the sound of his voice.

Asher gripped my butt before he started to slide out of me. He halted with his tip against my opening again. I parted my lips for a protest but before I could utter a word, he slammed back into me. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I cried out in pleasure. He thrust into me again at the same angle as before, and I gasped at the pleasure that vibrated down from the sweet spot he hit. My eyes were wide as I held his possessive gaze. He seemed to brand me as his anew. Asher was one of the most possessive men I knew.

He hit the same spot and I gasped. It felt wondrous but I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to come like that, yet Asher was in no hurry as he targeted the same spot over and over again with slow, hard thrusts.

“How does it feel?” he rumbled thickly, sweat glistening on his chest as he slammed into me again, holding me in place for his next thrust. I licked my dry lips.

“Oh God!,” I gasped out as the pleasure spiked again. My toes curled and my walls began to spasm.

“Yes, love,” Asher growled. “Come for me.”

His tongue dipped between my lips as he hit my sweet spot again and I arched up, eyes shutting tightly. I ripped away from Asher’s mouth, my head falling back as I cried out my release. Asher tensed, slamming into me harder before he let out a guttural groan and came inside me. I shook against him, my orgasm intensifying as his length twitched within me.

When I had come from my high school and I could talk again, I whispered,

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