Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 288

ARIELLA

Asher hooked his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and tugged them down with my help. They slid over my hips and down my legs with agonising slowness, leaving me exposed to him.

Asher paused, drinking me in. I felt a flush creep up my chest as he traced the line of my body, his eyes lingering on the small gap between my thighs. Asher swallowed thickly before he raised his head to my face while softly caressing my skin.

I was so wet, I should have felt embarrassed.... But I wasn't. Not with Asher. Never with Asher.

He had a way, the way he looked at me.... It made me feel, so loved, cherished and desired.

"You're so beautiful...." He whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.

I didn't answer, I didn't need to. I wanted him to move, I wanted him to do something. I badly wanted his hands on me.

"I can't remember the last time I’d felt like this. Sex had been a bothersome necessity for a while. But with you..... I always remember what you feel like, what you taste like.... Even when it's been years." He swallowed as he kissed my thighs, tenderly.

I release a sound I don't recognise inside me.

" Whenever I am with you, it almost feels as if I am fumbling. But we both know that couldn't be further from the truth."

I playfully swatted him and he laughed on my skin, making me tremble. He kissed my left then right knee before looking into my eyes. 'I need you', I tried conveying with my gaze.

“Open up for me.” he damn near growled.

I slowly raised my legs and draped them over the armrests. With my legs parted widely, I offered him a direct view of myself. Asher regarded me with a heated look I could feel deep in my belly. Asher’s amazed and hungry expression gave me confidence to stay like I was, with my legs open wide for him.

Only for him.

Asher moved between my legs, his strong shoulders flexing. He ran his knuckles along the underside of my thighs, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my ankle, and more heat washed over me. Slowly he kissed his way up my thigh before he drew in another deep breath. Even I could smell my arousal

He was taking this really slow and turning me mad in the process. "Ash..... Asher...." I begged.

Asher leaned his stubbled cheeks against my inner thigh and began to rub his thumb very lightly over my folds, back and forth, before he slid between them to do the same to my more sensitive inner lips. His caress quickly had me breathless and aching. As if he could sense it, he began to lightly brush my clit every time he stroked along my folds.

He dipped lower, to my opening and groaned, his eyelashes fluttering as he focused his attention there. I rolled my hips almost desperately. This felt so amazing. My body was aflame but that couldn't compare to the look on Asher's face as he ate me out.

"Asher." I pleaded. "Oh, my......" I breathed.

He watched me as his tongue found my nub again. He fluttered gently over it and my mouth fell open, my eyes widened from the intensity of the sensation. I didn’t look away as I gasped and whimpered, my body clenching.

"Asher..." I cried out his name and he smiled against me as he kept up the gentle attention, but he slowed.

I shuddered, my eyes half-lidded and swimming with a mix of gratefulness and pure wonder as I looked down at him. The cool terrace air was a sharp contrast to the liquid fire spreading through my veins. When I felt the velvet heat of his tongue drag downward, tasting the proof of how much I wanted him, a low, shaky breath escaped me.

I felt so exposed, yet so seen, he looked at me like I was something sacred, even as he devoured me. Asher was relentless and patient all at once. He stroked his tongue along my opening, licking up the moisture until I was clinging to the armrests for stability. I let out a soft, broken moan when he dipped his tongue inside, just a teasing graze that left me desperate for more.

I felt his thumb swipe over my swollen clit, spreading my own wetness across the sensitive nub. The sensation was so piercingly sweet that my eyes flew open and my hips jerked reflexively.

Instead of stopping, he kept circling me with a gentle, maddening rhythm. Then, he leaned up and closed his lips around me. Another moan broke from my lips, louder this time, echoing into the quiet night.