Page 29 of Shifting the Flame

"Subtlety's overrated," he growled, his green eyes blazing with burning desire. "I've waited long enough today."

He carried her through the moonlit gardens, his steps sure and deliberate. Danica clung to him, her body humming with electricity. The night air was cool against her skin, but his heat radiated through her, a promise of what was to come. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him—clean and cedar and something wild. It was intoxicating.

Inside his mansion, he took the stairs two at a time, his grip on her never faltering. His bedroom was a reflection of him—commanding yet warm. The dark wood furniture, the rich fabrics, and the faint scent of cedar and smoke. He set her downgently, his hands lingering on her waist as he stepped back to look at her.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice low and rough. "Every damn inch of you."

Danica's cheeks burned, but she held his intense gaze, her confidence bolstered by the hunger in his eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, Alpha."

He smirked, a flicker of amusement softening his intensity.

Before she could blink, he was unzipping her dress as his mouth crashed against hers with a ferocity that left her breathless. Her dress pooled to the floor and his hands roamed her body, exploring every curve as if committing her to memory. She fumbled with the buttons of his black dress shirt, her fingers trembling with urgency. When she finally pushed it off his broad shoulders, she couldn't help but admire the hard lines of his chest, the defined muscles that spoke of strength and power.

"You're staring," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

"Can you blame me?" she shot back, her hands sliding over his chest. "You're kind of a masterpiece."

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You're the true masterpiece, Danica. I'm just the lucky bastard who gets to touch you."

His words sent a shiver through her body. He backed her onto the bed, his body following hers as he trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts. His mouth was hot and insistent, drawing gasps and moans from her as he teased her sensitive skin. She arched into him, her hands gripping his broad shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her core.

"Asher," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Please."

He lifted his head, his green eyes dark with desire. "Please what?"

She swallowed, her heart racing. "Don't stop."

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "I don't plan to."

He moved lower, his hands sliding down her hips. He removed her panties in one swift motion and settled between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue against her sensitive folds made her gasp, her fingers tangling in the sheets. He soon became relentless, his mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony to drive her to the edge. She could feel her pleasure building, her body tightening with every stroke and every flick of his tongue.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured against her sensitive skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "So perfect."

Danica's breath hitched as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting a spot that made her vision blur. Her hips bucked against him, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She was close, so close, and he knew it. He increased the pressure, his mouth and fingers working in perfect sync until she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Asher!" she cried, her voice breaking as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

He didn't stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling, her body spent and boneless. When he finally lifted his head, his lips glistening, she could only stare at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"You're amazing," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He crawled up her body, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're the amazing one," he said, brushing her hair from her face. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her again, his body pressing hers into the mattress. She could feel the hard length of him against her thigh, and a fresh wave of desire surged through her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him closer.

"Then don't keep me waiting," she murmured against his lips.

He didn't. With a growl that sent shivers down her spine, he rolled off her onto his back, his hands moving with practiced ease to remove his black dress pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, and Danica's breath caught at the sight of him. He was magnificent, every inch of him radiating power and need.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice thick with desire as he pulled her on top of him. She straddled his hips, her body trembling with anticipation as she reached down to guide him to her entrance. The tip of his cock pressed against her, and she gasped at the sensation, her body already slick and ready for him.

"Take your time," he said, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes locked on hers. "I'm not going anywhere."

Danica bit her lip, her heart pounding as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Inch by delicious inch, he filled her, stretching her in the most exquisite way. She gasped, her head falling back as she took all of him, her body adjusting to his size. He was so large, so intense, and yet it felt so right, as if they were made for each other.

"You feel incredible," he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "So tight and so perfect."

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she began to move, starting slow, savoring every inch of him as she rocked her hips. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, and it only fueled her desire. She wanted to see him lose control, to feel him give in to the same primal need that was coursing through her.

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