Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 289

ARIELLA

I hope I didn't scream too loud and wake anyone at the hotel. But I didn't have time to think about that, not while Asher still had all my undivided attention.

"Did you like that?" he murmured against me.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn't let up. He continued to suckle and caress me softly, his hands steady on my thighs, anchoring me to the earth while my mind started to drift into a haze of pure pleasure. For several minutes, he played with my limits, pulling back every time I reached the edge of release, only to lick away the heat and start the torture all over again.

I had never felt so completely uninhibited. I stopped trying to stifle my sounds, letting breathless moans out over the terrace. I gave myself to him fully, hiding nothing, not the way my muscles twitched, nor the slick evidence of how much he affected me. I wanted him to see it all. I wanted him to know exactly what he did to me.

Then, he leaned in and suckled that tiny, swollen centre of my pleasure with a sudden, focused intensity. A sharp cry broke from my throat as I arched my back, my spine curving off the seat. I felt my toes point instinctively, stretching out as if I were suspended in mid-air. My hips bucked, completely out of my control, as the second wave of climax hit.

I felt my body spasm against his mouth deliciously. He didn't pull away; he stayed right there, drinking in my surrender, holding me steady as I shook with the force of it. In that moment, the fear of the future and the weight of his earlier words vanished. There was only the throb of my pulse, and the man who gave me immense pleasure.

Asher's forehead was resting against my inner thigh, his own breathing heavy and laboured.

"Asher," I managed to choke out, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair.

He looked up at me, his face flushed and his eyes glowing with an intensity that made my heart ache. There was pure raw lust and need in his eyes. He stood up slowly, the movement fluid and powerful, and I felt the sudden urge to be wrapped in his arms, to feel the full weight of him against me.

"Come", he said, giving me his hand. I didn't think about it as I gave him my hand and let him lead me into the glass doors that housed the bedroom.

The air in the bedroom was warmer, filled with the scent of vanilla candles and the lingering traces of my perfume. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence of the room amplified the sound of our breathing.

Asher didn't move away from the closed door as he started unbuttoning his shirt, his movements filled with a suppressed hunger. The sight of him, so powerful and yet so clearly at the edge of his patience, made my blood hum.

I moved higher, my lips just grazing the base of his cock, the heat radiating off him making my face flush. His hands were clenching so hard his knuckles were white. I could feel the power he was holding back, and it only made me want to push him further.

"You're perfect." He growled out.

I couldn't help the blush that quickly appeared on my face. I watched him through my lashes, the sight of him undone by me fueling a sense of power I hadn't known I possessed. My tongue circled the tip, tracing the rim before following the heavy vein back down to his base. I closed my eyes, letting my senses take over, feeling the heat and the rigid strength of him.

As I established a slow, sensual rhythm, I felt his hands find my hair, his fingers threading through the strands with a desperation that made my heart melt. Every time I took him deep, I heard that low, broken groan escape his lips, a sound of pure surrender. I didn't want to stop; I wanted to taste every bit of his need.

One of my palms stayed busy, fondling him while my other hand curled around his length, matching the rhythm of my mouth. I could feel the tension in his thighs, the way he was vibrating with the effort not to collapse.

"Baby, I can’t last much longer," he managed to grit out, his voice sounding like gravel.