Kayla
My entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning, and my senses were on overdrive. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. With Asher’s lips on mine.
His scent and touch consumed my body, making me weak and needy inside. It ignited electrifying sparks that caused my body to respond to his. He held my waist firmly and tugged on my bottom lip and sucked it gently.
I moaned, Asher took the opportunity to dive his tongue into my mouth. He sent his hand into my hair and tugged me closer to him while his lips kept exploring my mouth. His lips were just as sweet and his mouth divine. It was magical. Being kissed by Asher made everything around me disappear and seem irrelevant. I was too caught up in the kiss to care about anything else. I was so lost in the sensation that was exploding in my heart and traveling through every inch of my body. And my body was trembling beneath his huge frame.
Oh! Goddess! What was this man doing to me? Was it safe to feel this way around a man that didn’t even belong to me? But I can’t help it. I can’t help the way he makes me feel. The way my body yearns for his touch. The way my body craves for his warmth. I was gasping as if I had run a marathon and so far all he did was kiss me. And I wanted more.
It felt nice having every piece of me molded into every piece of him. I moaned and ran my hands up his bare chest, trying to keep up with his possessive kisses. He placed more pressure on my lips as his tongue kept tasting every corner of my mouth. I was already melting as if I had been thrown into a hot furnace.
I whimpered as he groaned more, caressing my body. He gently squeezed my butt cheek and a moan left my lips. I became hungry for more. I slid my hands under his chest, grinding my hips against his. My hands traveled up his back, finding his hair, which I tugged roughly. I continued grinding my hips against his, like my life depended on it. I wanted badly to feel him against my bare skin. To have him inside me. Suddenly I hated the modesty of the clothes that stood between our skin.
Asher growled against my lips as he lifted me from the bed and carried me into his arms, pinning me to his chest as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He reached for the headboard and I felt my back pressed against the wall with Asher’s body on me.
I was panting so hard as his lips left my mouth and trailed feathery kisses to my neck, where his mark was supposed to be. I moaned, and he lifted both of my hands above my head as I felt his teeth graze my skin a bit. I looked at those glowing amber orbs as his other hand slowly traveled up my back sending small sparks up my spine as he reached my neck. His fingers were rough and calloused and everywhere he touched me through the fabric, it seemed to burn and scorch, making heat erupt from every pore. My heart began to beat erratically as his hand slowly traveled up and his fingers buried in my hair again. A soft exhale left my lips as he played with my hair a bit and his lips moved back to my neck.
He sucked on my neck, his hand slipping under my dress. I felt his touch on my skin, leaving a sensual burning trail that I was getting used to, and then all of a sudden, Asher froze on the spot. He went deathly still and his eyes that were a raging fire of desire and want suddenly were wiped off of all the earlier emotions.
” Why did he stop?” My body hadn’t returned to normal, I still wanted him to touch me all over my body, to feel his mouth on mine again but the silence around us was deafening. It was as if a wall had suddenly been erected between us.
His eyes pulled up to meet mine, and I stared at him with confusion. The dark and glowing mist had cleared from his eyes, seeming to have woken him up from whatever trance he was in. He jerked away from me like I was a plague and moved out of bed. His face had resumed his earlier stoic expression. But despite all the aloofness, Asher exuded, there was a certain charm to him, a magnetic force that pulled me to him like a moth to a flame.
He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, staring down at me on the bed. His amber eyes were cold and staring at me with a low simmering rage.
” I’m sorry we shouldn’t be doing this.” He said while muttering strings of curses. His face was still as frigid as snow. Emotionless. Stoic. Impassive.
I raised my eyebrow, “Why? Is there anything wrong with what we are doing?”
I said softly and the last two words were more of a whisper than anything. I fiddled with my fingers a little and lowered my eyes not wanting to see any form of denial, but his next answer hit me right in the gut.
“I don’t want to hurt Emily,” he said in a low tone.
My heart skipped a bit, I felt the air around me suddenly go stiff like a board and whatever surge of euphoria I had felt earlier had come crashing down at his answer. It was like a bucket filled with ice had been dashed on my face. I looked away and tried not to cry. Knowing that you felt something for a man that already has his entire heart for another woman, was such a horrible feeling. I knew without a doubt that he was already regretting kissing me.
He walked towards the wardrobe and pulled open the doors. Shuffling through the plethora of fabrics, he pulled out a long silky robe and tied it around his waist. With an undecipherable glance sent my way, he stormed out of the chamber, leaving me alone.