Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 290

ARIELLA

I looked up at Asher, a small, secret smile playing on my lips even as I kept him in my mouth. I didn't slow down. I didn't want him to regain his composure. I wanted the raw, unfiltered version of the man who claimed me.

"I’m going to come in your mouth," he warned, his breath hitching.

My eyes locked onto his. I wanted this. I wanted all of him. When he finally came, it was explosive. I felt the sharp clench of his muscles and then the hot, thick rush of his release. I didn't pull away; I swallowed, keeping my rhythm steady even as he spilt over. Some of it escaped, a stray drop sliding down my chin and onto my chest, but I didn't care.

I watched his face, the way his eyes squeezed shut and his head fell back, and I felt a rush of fierce, possessive love. Even as the intensity faded, I lingered, my tongue circling his tip, savouring the salt and the heat until he gently pushed me back. His cock slid out of me, still half-erect and pulsing, and he leaned against the window, gasping for air as if he’d just run a marathon. I stayed on my knees for a moment, looking up at him with a proud, breathless smile. I reached up and wiped my chin, my fingers trailing down.

I watched him through heavy lids, my heart still racing from the sight of him losing control. I felt the slick heat between my thighs, a heavy, pulsing ache that hadn't subsided just because he had found his release. If anything, the sight of him coming and gasping for air because of me, had only made it worse.

" Look what you made me do. I’m all wet," I said, the words feeling seductive and honest in the quiet of the room.

I reached down, my fingers coming back glistening and slick in the candlelight.

"Let me," he rasped.

I held my breath as his fingers slid between my pussy lips to rub against my slit, I let out a low, shaky exhale. He didn't even have to go deep; I knew I was drenched, my body reacting to him with a frantic, desperate hunger.

"Your body is an immense turn on. Seeing it already makes me feel very hot, but touching and tasting you is so much more intense." Asher groaned, a sound deep in his chest, and cupped my cheeks with both hands.

He kissed me then, not the gentle, soothing kiss from before, but something harsh, possessive, and hungry.

When he pulled back, I saw the traces of his own release on my skin had transferred to his chin from the force of the kiss. He didn't seem to care. He looked at me with a terrifying kind of devotion, his eyes dark and swirling with an emotion that went far beyond lust. I wasn't just a mother to his son or a partner in his life, I was a force that was slowly dismantling him, and he was letting me do it.

I leaned into his touch, my hands resting on his wrists. "Don't stop," I breathed. "I want to feel you. All of you."

Cupping my neck he brings my face close to his again. He growls his response, his lips painting mine with it, ensuring they’re words I’ll feel the rest of the night.

“Yes,” I manage through a whispered, strained tone.

“Good.” With his word, his hips move faster, slapping up into mine. His arm around my waist works in tandem with my own movements.

Can there be anything better than this?

I try to straighten my head, but Asher holds firm. His thrusts get harder, and I’m seeing the real Asher Romano now. The gentle, caring one who was with me moments ago was for me, and I appreciate him for it. However, it is now a different manner.

“I’m…I’m…” I can’t finish, but he can figure it out.

Asher doesn’t let up, his teeth sinking lightly into my breast and it’s that bite that does it for me. As pleasure consumes me, I go still, my legs unable to move, even as the pulsing inside urges me to take him deeper somehow and never release him.

He growls into my chest. “You are my addiction, Ariella. How are you so fucking perfect?”