Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 372

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ARIELLA

Asher propped himself up on one arm, using his free hand to gently rub my clit, trying to soothe the tension. I kept my smile fixed on him, wanting him to know how much I wanted him right then and there.

"I need this," he growled, his voice vibrating through my chest as he lowered himself, cradling my face in his palms.

I nodded against his hands, pulling him down for another kiss.

"I know. I need you too" I urged silently. I felt him shift, his hips working another inch of him inside me.

I reached up, my nails digging into the nape of his neck to anchor him to me.

"I love you and trust you with everything I have and am," I told him, my voice steady and firm. "It's you.... It's always been you..."

He looked at me with such raw emotion it nearly broke my heart. We had both bled for this love, in different ways. He began to move again, agonisingly slow, working himself deeper while his kisses turned tender. He buried himself to the hilt and went still, hovering over me, his face a mask of intense concentration and love.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I can’t believe you’re really here with me...... And mine."

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as close as the physical world would allow.

"I have only ever been yours," I breathed, as I felt a deep, soul-shattering heat inside me. "And yes,. I'm really here. I'll always be here."

His smile turned wicked then.

"Then let's make sure it stays that way." He whispered before he changed his rhythm.

I clung to Asher as he pushed into me deeper than before. My eyes widened at another even deeper thrust. The stretching sensation was intense, but beneath the discomfort, pleasure was building. With a searing kiss, Asher began to thrust into me at a faster pace. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, focusing on the pleasure spikes between the twinges.

Every moan from my lips seemed to spur him on and made him speed up even more. He looked at my face as he pushed up halfway on his elbow and snuck a hand between us. He began rubbing my clit while he thrust into me. I loved the feel of Asher’s body on top of me, his utter strength, the power behind every thrust.

Asher slowed and kissed me gently, his tongue teasing mine. He pushed up, pulling out of me and rolled on his back.

“Sit on my face,” he growled.

I climbed up his body until I hovered over his mouth. Gripping the headboard and lowered myself to Asher’s mouth. I let out a low moan when his tongue parted me, stroking along my already sensitive flesh. I succumbed to Asher's pleasurable teasing and let him do what he does best. His tongue was almost playful, switching between firm pressure and feather-light strokes that made my toes curl in the best way.

I barely moved, too caught up in the pleasure. Asher's palms cupped my ass, massaging my cheeks as he guided my movements. I squeezed my eyes shut, my moans reverberating through my body. I was getting closer and closer.