Kayla
Asher turned to me, his fathomless amber gaze taking me in, breathing a certain life into my body. He stepped forward and decreased the distance between us. I subconsciously stepped back but he continued to come closer.
Soon, my back hit the wall and he stood towering in front of me.
Asher’s dark eyes, blinded with desire and need, scanned my face. His lustful gaze increased the wetness between my legs. The ache down there was too much to bear. A weird feeling settled in my heart with the way he looked at me.
Before I could make sense of it, his hands gripped my shoulder.
“What is it that you want from me, Kayla?” Asher growled, his voice held a touch of sadness and pain. His gaze was intent as he studied my features.
The only sound my ears could hear was my heartbeat that grew frantic upon hearing those words. If my eyes could have fallen out of my skull, they would be rolling on the floor near my feet.
” Answer me, Kayla,” he whispered. One of his hands slowly reached my chin and propped my face up to look him in the eye. His golden amber crystals stared deep into my eyes like they were invading the gates of my soul, searching through them, or maybe wanting answers. I still didn’t pull away, and neither did he make a move.
Sincerely, I didn’t want to pull away, not with that gaze of his sucking me in as if he was devouring me with his eyes. I could feel his hot breath fanning my face while my gaze remained fixed on him.
Asher twirled a lock of hair with his finger and tucked it behind my ear.
With his face a breath away from mine. His nose touched mine and my heartbeat began to spike, as it always did whenever I was close to him.
It was too hard to say anything sensible when he was this close to me and the way we were positioned against each other a single careless movement would make those tempting cherry-red lips of his touch mine.
What did I want from him?
I wanted a husband that was royal to me. A man who wanted me. A man who wasn’t still in love with his dead mate. A man who won’t leave me in the cold dead of the night and spend a night of intense passion with his lover.
I wanted a man that would cherish and love me wholeheartedly. I wanted a man who wouldn’t mask his emotions and pull up a cold mask around me. I wanted a man who was not the beast, everybody said he was.
I wanted the real Asher, the part of him that I knew that has been suppressed deep within him.
There was so much more that I wanted to say but for some reason, the words wouldn’t leave my mouth.
I sighed. “I don’t have anything to say to you, Asher. Please, I need some space.” I muttered and placed my hand on his chest, I could feel his heart pounding. The warm sensation that erupted caused his lips to part, releasing the sexiest gasp. He caught my face between his hands as he pulled me harder, making our bodies slam as my lips met his. The sweet scent of his shower gel still lingered on him, making me feel giddy with pleasure.
And I exploded into a thousand stars.
Everything else flew out the window as his smoldering kiss ignited something within me.
His soft lips kissed me softly at first and I responded with equal fervor. My breathing grew labored as he devoured me, sending small currents shooting from my lips down to my core.
He began sucking on my lips, holding my lower lip in his lips and tugging at it, before releasing me from his hold.
If I was melting previously, I was definitely a puddle right now. My body went limp and everything inside of me was focused on the way he caressed and kissed me. His kisses grew hungrier and bolder as he opened my lips, wanting more access. I obliged, I could bring myself to think properly. He was not gentle about it. His teeth nibbled at my skin, pinching it between his teeth as I moaned in equal parts of pain and pleasure.
I began to writhe like a snake, wanting more of him, wanting to touch him but he had his hands firmly gripping mine. My legs began to writhe as I tried hard not to moan as wave after wave of delight attacked me.
He took my hands and placed them on the headboard at a lightning-fast speed as his hands returned to squeeze my ass again. My hands were shaking, my entire body trembling as he kissed me bruisingly hard.
Kiss was the wrong word. He attacked me with his lips and tongue but I gladly let him. My mouth opened as his tongue found mine and played with it before subduing it. I was too lost in the sensation that had engulfed me.
Everything else seemed blurry in my mind as the overgrowing ache to feel his lips over me, overwhelmed every other rational thought that tried to tug at me, begging me to reconsider what I was doing. But, I did not know nor did I care, I just wanted him to continue doing whatever he was doing with me.
My eyes had fluttered shut and I was so lost in the sensation, that it took me a second to open my eyes and meet his gaze. He looked more enticing, like a deadly predator who was out for me. And I was more than willing to let him have me, to consume me, to devour me.
My nerves were all tingling and I felt as if there would never be another face I would want to look at, another pair of lips that I would want to assault me.
The dark Alpha was just as alluring as he was mysterious. His kisses were both gentle and hard, bruising me as well as caressing me.
Still kissing me, he asked again, “What do you want from me, Kayla?”