Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 443

ARIELLA

Asher squeezed my throat between his elegant fingers, pulled out of me, then started fucking me mercilessly. A grunt punctuated each thrust, followed by a swirl of his waist and a tilt of his body to hit my G-spot. He released my throat, dipped his head down, and ravaged my mouth. Our tongues fought and moulded into one another, neither of us gaining dominance.

Asher shifted, lowering us to his desk. Each time he speared into me, my back slid against his massive desk under me. The friction, pain, and vibrations brought me to heights I didn’t know my climax could reach. Everything in my body felt electrified, swollen, and alive. I tightened my walls around his cock, feeling his skin humming against mine.

“I’m going to come.”

My eyes rolled back. A flood of warmth swept over me. I rocked back and forth as my climax grabbed me by the throat. Asher didn’t slow down his movements, fucking me even harder, wilder, like he intended to nail me to his desk. I wondered if it could break for a second.

“I’m going to mark you until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”

“I belong to you. Always have, and always will,” I groaned out, letting him devour my breasts, tease my nipples, lick every inch of my chest to his desire.

Something on the desk tumbled from the shelves to the floor.

“You’ll never understand what you do to me, my queen.” Warmth floods my body at his words. “You’ve broken me. Do you know how weak I am for you?”

He released an anguished grunt as he thrust, pulling his hips back, then rocking deep inside me. Eyes glued to my own. I want to tell him it’s like that for me too, but he kisses me so deeply I can't form a word. I focus on the pleasure pulsing through my body. My back arches, my nipples chafing against his dampened chest, the intensity nearly too much to bear.

“Asher, please…” Words are beyond me now. I’m just a being of pleasure and desire.

Sweat drops from his forehead, and I lock my legs around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.

“I want to feel your sweet little pussy milk me so hard. Can you do that for me?”

It’s not just his words that coax my orgasm; it’s everything. How he looks at me, how he holds me. His massive body rests between my thighs, pistoning his cock inside me, from root to tip. My head thrashes back and forth as a scream bursts from my lungs, my body singing in sweet relief. As I shatter, he slams back inside me, pushing my knees up, my core clenching him

“What are you doing to me?” His voice is tortured, as he stares down at the place we’re connected. "Whatever it is, keep doing it...."

He’s slamming in and out of me at a frenzied pace now, the sounds of skin slapping taking up the entire room. Another tortured growl, and then his body freezes. He released a guttural groan, pushing his face into my shoulder blade. I felt the heat of his release inside me, his hips jerking as he buried himself as deeply as he could inside me.

For several long moments, neither of us moved. I felt the warmth inside me, the slow drip between my thighs, while his breathing remained ragged against my skin. He stayed there for a long moment, his forehead resting against my shoulder, both of us trying to catch our breath.

Neither of us spoke. We didn't need to. His hand slowly found mine, our fingers intertwining as our breathing gradually settled into the same rhythm.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice rough.

I nodded before finally looking at him.

"Yeah."

He searched my face, as if making sure I truly meant it, before brushing a loose strand of hair away from my cheek.

"You always look at me like that," I whispered.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the only person in the world."

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"That's because..." He paused, his thumb stroking my cheek. "...you are."

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