Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

I walk forward

towel still wrapped around me, still damp from the shower – but none of that matters.

All that matters is Asher. All that matters is the way he watches me.

When I reach the edge of the bed, he reaches out his uninjured hand to me. Without hesitation, I take it. He gently tugs me closer until I’m standing between his knees, his forehead pressing against my stomach, his hands clutching my hips like he’s anchoring himself to me.

“I’m right here,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair.

His arms tighten around me – not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me feel it. And when he looks up at me, there’s something in his eyes.

Something that tells me he’s just as terrified of losing me as I am of losing him.

Gathering my courage, I ran my hands over his chest and then down his abs until my fingertips grazed his waistband. Then I quickly backed up. I kept my eyes on my hands as I explored his muscled chest, but his eyes were on me the entire time. I ran my fingernails lightly over his chest, scraping across his nipples, and he exhaled deeply.

I stifled a smile and repeated the motion then moved lower. Avoiding his briefs, I moved on to his legs, massaging his strong thighs, before I returned to his torso once more. A while after my ministrations, he grew hard under his briefs. My hands paused on his abs.

“This is what you do to me,” he said to me. His voice was deeper than ever before. Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I pushed any thought aside.

I ran my hands back up to his chest then down again, over his hips and down his thighs, and then on the way up, I brushed over him with my thumbs, barely touching him. He grew harder immediately, and I repeated the motion and then moved back up to his chest.

Asher’s eyes were keen as he watched me, his breathing deeper and his body taut like a bowstring. His hand came up to stroke my upper arm, a whisper of a touch that sent tingles into every nerve ending.

“I can touch you like that as well if you want.”

“But won’t you need both your hands?”

He tilted his head as He lifted up, bringing our faces close. I pressed my mouth against his, and he took the lead. My eyes fluttered shut as warmth settled in my core from the skilful way his lips and tongue worked me. I moaned softly into his mouth, and he pulled back. I peered up at him questioningly.

My breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs and a shiver rolled through me. He ran his face up and down my neck, as though he was savouring my smell.

“Fuck. You feel good,” he groaned against my throat.

My heartbeat drummed in my ears, He pressed his lips to my throat, kissing a slow line down it. Each one sent a sizzle between my legs, and | tilted my head to give him more access, a moan escaping my

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lips.

I wanted him, but at the unknown, a cool breath of fear dripped into my subconscious.

He worked my neck with slow kisses and scrapes of his teeth. His large hand ran down my sides, from underneath my breasts to low on my hips, his thumbs brushing bare skin beneath the towel. It was a maddening sensation, and I was dying for him to go a little further, up or down. To just freaking pick one.

His erection pressed against my thigh, I swayed, my eyes heavy-lidded, when a solid grip came to the side of my neck to hold me still while he pressed hot, wet kisses to my throat. My head fell back on a moan with the next nip of his teeth.

I sat on top of him kneeling on either side of him when His hips lined up with mine, his hand grasping the top of my ass, and then pulled his hard-on pressed against my clit in a slow roll that stole my breath. A quiet growl fanned against my neck, while an emptiness pulsed between my legs.

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