Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 315

ASHER

I lowered Ariella onto the bed and pressed a kiss to her lips, then lower, her throat and collarbones, before my mouth teased her pebbled nipples. My tongue traced them, loving how hard they felt beneath my touch. I stroked along Ariella’s side, my hand slipping into her panties.

My index finger dipped lower, parting her, seeking her wet heat. I dipped even lower, gathering the warmth pooling at her entrance. My desire to finally be inside her, to lay claim to Ariella, was almost overpowering, but I held back. I didn't want to do it like this, rush us. I wanted to do this right. I wanted to worship Ariella like the queen she was.

I pulled my hand out, my finger wet with her arousal, then brushed it across Ariella’s lips until they were shiny. She opened her mouth, her eyes swimming with curiosity and desire. She trusted me to take her on this journey and make it as pleasurable as possible, and I wouldn’t fail her.

I bent over her face, sucking her lower lip into my mouth, tasting her. My hand wandered down again. I stroked my finger along her seam over and over, basking in her heat, her softness. Then I pushed my finger into her, sliding in and out at a lazy, deliberate pace while my tongue teased her mouth.

Soon Ariella’s moans increased in volume from my touch, and I pushed another finger into her. Her walls hugged my fingers tightly and Ariella moaned deeper, her hips arching to meet every thrust of my hand. I pulled back to watch her face as it twisted with pleasure, her eyes hooded, her lips swollen and glossy from our kisses.

My gaze travelled down her gorgeous body, my chest swelling as my fingers parted her, coated in her arousal. I sped up, pressing the heel of my palm against her sensitive centre with every thrust. Her mouth parted wide and she cried out, her fingers clamping down on my wrist to keep me in place, my fingers buried deep inside her as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She closed her eyes, her head thrown back, baring her pretty throat. I couldn’t resist. I lowered my head and sucked her skin between my teeth. She winced, her walls clenching around my fingers more tightly as she cried out again, shuddering through another wave of pleasure. I kept suckling her skin before pulling back to admire my work.

A beautiful mark would bloom along her elegant throat by morning.

She was mine.

And I wanted the world to see it.

My gaze slid lower once more. I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, tasting her slowly. Ariella watched me with parted lips, the hunger in her eyes igniting my own. She reached for my T-shirt, helping me pull it over my head, her hands already exploring my skin as if she needed to feel me just as badly.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Leon’s voice cut through the moment.

A sharp knock followed, louder this time, less patient, small fists thudding insistently against the door.

Ariella froze beneath me, her wide eyes snapping to mine before she burst into breathless laughter, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. I groaned softly, dropping my forehead against her shoulder as Leon knocked again.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to pretend we hadn’t heard him. Ariella’s fingers slid into my hair, gently tugging, amusement dancing in her gaze.

“Your kingdom needs you,” she whispered, barely holding back her smile.

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