Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 317

ASHER

I know she wants me. I know she wanted me to finish what had already started earlier. What was about to happen with me inside her. She is practically aching for it.

However, this is not going to happen as I had planned before. With no time to lose, I'm going to take it hard and fast… but I’ll make sure I get her there before I leave this closet.

My hands slid along her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Her breath hitched against my mouth, and that sound alone almost undid me. Every part of me burned with the need to claim her, to feel her, to remind both of us that this… this right here… was ours.

Her fingers curled into my shoulders as if she had given up pretending to stop me. Her lips parted beneath mine, her body arching closer, fitting perfectly against me like it always had. Like it always would.

I deepened the kiss, swallowing her soft gasp as I backed her gently against the wardrobe, clothes brushing and shifting around us. My mind was filled with only her, her scent, her warmth, the way she whispered my name as if it belonged to her alone.

It did.

Time was against us. Leon could burst through that door at any second. The house was alive with people. Responsibilities waited for me outside these walls. Enemies waited for me beyond this estate.

But right now… Right now, she was the only thing that mattered.

My hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place as if letting go wasn’t an option.

“You drive me insane,” I murmured against her lips.

And when she smiled, soft, knowing, and completely mine.... whatever restraint I had left snapped completely as I kissed her again, deeper, harder, determined to steal these moments before the world or Leon came crashing back in.

I deepened the kiss, my hands tightening on her hips as I pulled her flush against me. She gasped softly against my mouth, her fingers curling into my shoulders, clutching me like she needed the anchor just as much as I did.

God… this woman.

My lips moved from hers, trailing along her jaw, down the elegant line of her throat. I felt her shiver beneath my touch, her breath hitching as my name slipped from her lips in a whisper that sounded half warning, half surrender.

“Asher…” she murmured, her hands sliding up my chest.

I hummed against her skin, not stopping, not trusting myself to stop. My hands roamed her back, memorising every curve like I hadn’t already learned them by heart. Every reaction she gave me only fed the fire burning through my veins.

“We don’t have time,” she whispered breathlessly, though her fingers dug into my shoulders as if she was afraid I might actually listen.

“I know,” I murmured back.

That didn’t mean I was going to stop.

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