Edmund
Asher stares at me with an expression that does things to my insides. I know he can feel it too. I'm guessing from the way his eyes shine even more, the look I'm giving him has the same effect.
I'm about to ask another very similar question when Asher pulls me up and crashes his lips on mine. A sharp moan escapes my mouth and I find myself at loss for what to do.
Should I touch him? Caress him? Or just let him use me anyhow he wants?
I shiver with delight because I knew the answer to all of them.
Asher bites down on my lips and gently pulls my lower lip, biting and massaging with his tongue.
Fuck I've missed this. I've missed his hands on me, the taste of him, oh how I missed the taste of him.
Asher pulls away and slowly settles on the large bed, leaving me standing. All the while, his eyes don't leave mine for even a second.
"Strip," he orders me huskily.
There was no point in constantly pretending that I was having trouble processing his demands.
