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.

He inhales, exhales with a soft groan, and whispers, “Thank you.”

I should be the one thanking him, but he’s sliding his hands up my thighs and I’m no longer interested in conversation. He stares at my panties. They’re black with a little lace, nothing too sexy, but you wouldn’t know it by his expression of desire. He shoves my dress up and rubs his cheek against my panties, then drags them down my legs with one hand.

Then he buries his face between my legs and inhales again, this time directly against my skin. When his hot wet tongue flicks over my clit, I jump and gasp. The sensation is intense. Decadent. Dizzying. He strokes his tongue up and down using only the tip in small, expert motions that send waves of pleasure throughout my lower body and harden my nipples to aching points.

I dig my fingers into his hair, drop my head back against the pillow and close my eyes, enjoying every flick and lick

“So good,” I whisper breathlessly. “Asher....."

He groans into me. It reverberates through my core, fantastic vibrations made even better because it’s so dirty. I rock my hips in time to the strokes of his tongue, losing what might have been left of any inhibitions when he suddenly shoves his tongue deep inside me. I arch and groan, pulling at his hair. My thighs shake.

He lashes his tongue back and forth over my engorged clit, sucking on it intermittently, holding my pussy open with two fingers of one hand and finger fucking me with the other. I pant and moan, jerking my hips, my nipples throbbing and my pulse flying and wetness slipping down my thighs. I call out his name. He grunts in pleasure and shoves his fingers deeper inside me, thrusting them in and out.

When I orgasm, the world goes white behind my closed eyelids. My cries of ecstasy echo through the dark house. He laps and laps at me, drinking me in, grinding his face into me as I pull his hair and empty my lungs and praise him over and over again, lost to sensation.