Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 358

ARIELLA

That did it. Asher's expression shifted, something deeper, more certain. And this time when he kissed me, I didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t hold back. Didn’t think about later or tomorrow. Or anything waiting for us outside that room. I let myself go into Asher's arms.

I shiver beneath his touch, to the heat of his body. He pins me towards his body, his weight anchors me even as he ravages my lips. I’m lost in the storm of him until he wrenches me away. We move as one, a frantic knot of greedy hands and scraping teeth, stumbling backwards until we hit the threshold of the bed. His fingers slide beneath my robe, the sensation of his skin against mine sending a jolt through my chest. Then, the fabric is gone, torn away and discarded.

My breath hitches, pushing past my teeth in fast, shallow bursts as he strips us both. I feel the cool air hit my skin for only a second before the intensity of his gaze warms me again. As the last of my lingerie falls against the floor, I see the change in him, the way the ache in his chest seems to unfurl, raw and visible. I let my eyes drag over him, taking in the power and the symmetry of him, and the fire between us surges into an inferno.

He captures my hand, his grip firm and grounding, and sends us tumbling onto the bed. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up when we hit the mattress and bounce, a brief, bright note of joy in the middle of all this gravity. Then he is moving again, drawing up onto his knees between my thighs. He parts my legs, and I feel utterly exposed and perfectly seen. He looks down at me, his expression unreadable beneath a current of something dark and intoxicating.

I’m sprawled against the sheets, and I can feel the goosebumps peppering my skin, my breasts quivering with every ragged breath I take. He leans down, his lips brushing across my belly. A gasp breaks from me, and my fingers instinctively find their way into his hair, anchoring myself to him. He moves lower, kissing the sensitive skin below my belly button, and I wriggle beneath the delicious torture of it.

"Asher," I pant, my voice a broken thread as he finally comes up for me.

He tastes of everything I’ve ever wanted, salt and sweetness and a sin I never want to repent for. I moan, my fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him closer as he teases me. Every mewl and purr I make seems to drive him further. His hands grip the insides of my thighs, spreading me wider, and then he buries his face against me. His lips cupped my clit and I shut my eyes briefly to come to terms with the throbbing spreading through my body at every tug of his skilled lips.

“Ariella,” Asher murmured before his mouth cupped my nub once more.

I gazed down at him, and our gazes locked. His eyes held hunger and tenderness.

“Open.”

I let go, my hand travelling back up the hard ridges of his abdomen, feeling the friction of his skin against mine. He doesn’t say a word, but the air between us vibrates with everything unsaid. He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear,

"You're the most beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever seen. Always have been. Always will be." He whispers softly.

The praise and the remainder that I am the only one who makes him feel like this makes me even more turned on. He settles between my legs, and then he's there, a slow, deliberate thrust that fills me completely. I gasp, my inner muscles clenching instinctively around him. I bite into his shoulder, tasting salt, trying to catch my runaway pulse, but I can feel my control fraying.

Asher rolls his hips, maintaining a torturous, agonisingly slow pace. My nails scrape across the muscles of his back, desperate for more, for faster.

"Asher," I moan as he rolls forward again.

I cross my ankles at the base of his spine, trying to hook him, to pull him deeper, to force a rhythm he isn't ready to give. He ignores my silent command, claiming me one agonising inch at a time. He kisses my throat, my jaw, my lips, all while staying maddeningly unhurried.