Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 63

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I stared down at my hand wrapped around his softening cock, his cum all over it. I couldn’t believe I did that, that I made Asher have this reaction to me. His fingers gently pried my hand away, and I let him, my

own limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive.

Then he stood and picked up my towel and wrapped it around me. A silent tug was all it took for me to

follow.

My feet moved without my conscious direction, carrying me into the cool sterility of the bathroom. The sound of the water filling the sink was a stark contrast to the thoughts in my head. He took my hand, the warmth of his touch a strange anchor as he held it under the running water, washing away the evidence of what had just transpired.

When I was clean, he rubbed my hands with a wash towel and then wiped himself off with it, clicked off the light, and then pulled me with his hand in mine back to the bedroom. He was still naked. I think he didn’t care if Luca saw him naked. That’s why he wanted me to wrap it up.

He pulled me back towards the bedroom. When we got inside, he went towards his boxers and put them on. While I just stood there watching him, then he sat on the bed, raised his head, and looked at me questioningly. I think he was wondering why I was still standing there by the door watching him.

He asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Nothing. You just have this look on your face. Do you regret it?”

I smiled as I started working towards him. Regret was the last thing on my mind…

Every inch of my body burned as I walked toward him. Sensitive as freshly waxed skin, I forced my leg between his slightly parted ones. He didn’t look at me, nor did he widen his stance so I could step fully between his legs. My breaths and the drumming of my heart fluttered in the air.

I brushed a hand across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape. He let out a quiet, tense breath. A heady warmth poured off his shirtless chest, and I absorbed it like an addict. My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping a handful.

Feather-light, his hand skimmed up the backs of my thighs, and my pulse sparked like crackles in a fire. My breasts were bare beneath the towel, heavy and tight so close to his face. He only had to lift his head to put his mouth on them.

His finger grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it. Something tugged on my stomach from the inside as the fiery heat of his palms burned through my skin. Every squeeze sent a thrum between my legs, settling into an empty ache. My breaths came out ragged and shallow while he remained silent, as though what he was doing deserved his full concentration.

The haze in the air began to thicken, to flare, to burn with every inhale.

My stomach tightened as his hands inched beneath the towel, teasing the curve of my cheeks with a

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touch I was beginning to believe was singular. His palm slid under and gripped a handful of my ass. A throaty sigh escaped as he kneaded the flesh.

Tingles, hot and slick, pooled between my legs, and my fingers curled in his hair.

He started tracing my curve and My body hummed in anticipation. The movement sent a sizzling sensation up my spine that knocked me off balance. When my other hand found his nape to catch myself, my short nails trailed down the back of his neck.

I didn’t have time to weigh his reaction because his fingers slipped beneath my towel, sliding so low they brushed my back entrance before pausing. The touch was foreign to me, but I was so hot I found myself rolling my hips for friction.

A groan poured out of me when his hand slid further downward and one finger pushed inside of me without warning. He fucked me slowly, in and out, and the pressure built between my legs like too much steam collected in a glass jar.

My head fell back and my palm came up to his neck, my nails running the length of it.I. I received a smack on the underside of my ass that sent a toe-curling rattle throughout my entire sex as he pulled his finger out of me and a desperate ache remained.

A haze had infiltrated my skin, my mind, my inhibitions, and the corners of my vision. I needed one thing, could think about only it, and it wasn’t physically possible to leave without getting it.

Heat and satisfaction rolled off his body. Without another thought, I grabbed the hem of my towel with both hands and pulled it off in one swoop.

He groaned, and before I could even lower my arms, his mouth latched onto my breast, giving it one slow suck while dragging his teeth across the nipple. White heat shot like lightning between my thighs before pulsing in an empty ache. I swayed into him, running one hand around his neck and into his hair.

His hand shoved down the front brushing over sensitive skin and cupping me with a roughness that brought me to my toes. His entire palm rubbed back and forth, a firm pressure against my clit. My head

fell back with a moan.

“So fucking wet,” he growled.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and then slid two fingers deep inside me. Hot, sweet pressure filled me, threatening to overfill as he fingered me. Fast and then lazy. Over and over.

Maybe I should have been embarrassed that I was so wet the room filled with the sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of me. But my skin was hot enough that it felt like I’d been doused with kerosene and then lit by a match. The fire burned into my lower stomach, creating a blaze that needed to be fed. And if not… I would go up in smoke.

“Oh, God…” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. I was so close, so so close. “p…. please.”

He trailed over every inch of my breasts, kissing them like he would my mouth: with lips and tongue and teeth. His fingers slipped out of me, pulling wetness to my clit, and when he pushed them back in, that

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