Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 393

ARIELLA

I frowned and His voice softened.

“It's kids' stuff and Leon will forget about it in a few days.”

"Okay but...." I tried to get out.

But then he kissed me. Hard. And for a moment… I let myself forget too. I kissed him back.

He kisses me like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that’s ever satisfied him, which to be honest is kind of a little surprise and expected. He devours me with Tongue, teeth, the scrape of his stubble against my chin. His kiss is brutal, filled with everything he’s never said out loud.

"Calm down tiger. I'm all yours..." I whisper when he finally lets me get some air into my lungs.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He threads his fingers through my hair and his words are so gentle, calming and I crave this side of him. It causes my whole body to arch.

I look up at the ceiling, letting him kiss me until my mind swims, heat licking across my chest.

A whimper vibrates up my throat, and an ache begins to build in my core. My fingers migrate around the back of his neck, threading through the soft edge of his hair. I hold him there tight, desperate to draw this out. After only seconds of kissing, I can feel arousal pooling, and heat crawling up my neck. Signs of unmistakable desire that have me craving more.

I move my unoccupied hand from my side, dragging it up the defined muscles of Asher’s stomach to rest on his firm chest. He kisses me harder in response, forcing an all-out moan to slip from my lips to his.

“I have something else in mind,” I rasp, grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing our lips together.

Our tongues tangle and our bodies mould against each other. Moaning at his taste and the incredible pressure of his mouth, I drop my hands and get to work. Fumbling with his belt. Asher breaks our fevered kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead against mine.

“What are you doing to me, Wife?”

“Worshipping you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his lips… his chin… and down his neck.

I continue to trail soft kisses down his bare chest and fall on the bed to my knees to lavish his toned stomach. I peer up at Asher through hooded eyes, fluttering my lashes at his gorgeous face.

“You are a fucking dream, Ariella,” he husks, watching me with his blistering gaze.

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