Page 168 of Endless Anger
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to my clavicle, then drags his lips along the bone until he reaches the other end.
My stomach flutters, and I wince. The painkillers they gave me to help ease the bruising have mostly kicked in, but I don’t mind that I can still feel a little. Reminds me that Iamhere.
I made it out of that cave.
Alive.
When Asher rears back up, his handsome face looming above me, Icup both of his cheeks in my hands and pull him in. The first sweep of his mouth over mine is tentative, unsure, but then I push my tongue so it tangles with his, deepening the kiss.
A gentle, nervous caress turns to fervent, needy lust, and soon my fingers thread through his hair and he tugs on my top, revealing a breast for his empty palm. The kneading and teasing of my swollen flesh is the only part of me he touches, and I arch into it, pleasure rippling through my body as if it’s not battered at all.
One of my legs hooks around his waist, bringing our pelvises together so I can feel the length of his arousal. I gasp into his mouth as he grinds against my clit for the briefest second, but then Asher’s retreating, removing my thigh.
“You’re hurt,” he says softly, resting his forehead on mine.
“We can be careful,” I reply, covering his hand with my own, squeezing my breast.
“I can’t keep making your pain worse. Everything that happened tonight ismyfault. Not yours?—”
Shaking my head, I lift my chin, capturing his lips. “We have the rest of our lives to make up for the bullshit of the last three years. But I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to think about anything at all except how good it feels to have you touch me.”
My lashes flutter, and he grips my breast roughly, his eyes blazing with desperation. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re a direct mirror of mine.
Finally, he gives in with a heavy exhale, flopping onto his back. I don’t have time to question what he’s doing before he’s shoving his pants down over his hips, kicking out of them, and then dragging his shirt over his head.
I watch, mouth watering, as every inch of his pale skin becomes visible to me. At this point, I’ve seen him naked dozens of times, yet it feels like the first revelation all over again. Silently, I trace the outline of that wolf on his thigh, my heart pounding against my rib cage as his muscles tense beneath my touch.
With a grunt, he pulls me up to straddle him. His cock lies thick andstiff against his stomach, and I glide my pussy over it, absorbing the way it throbs even through my clothes.
Eyebrows drawing in, Asher slips the straps of my pajama top over my shoulders, letting the fabric pool at my waist. His jaw clenches so hard a dimple forms in his cheek, and I frown, smoothing my thumb over the crease above his nose.
“I can’t really get in the mood when you’re glaring at me like that,” I say.
His nostrils flare, his gaze glued to my stomach. I glance down, cringing inwardly when I realize how badly bruised I am; reddish purple splotches fan over my abdomen, still swollen and tender to the touch, even with the pain meds.
Feeling decidedly not sexy, I reach for my top and start to pull it back up, but Asher places his hands over mine, stopping me.
“No, no. I…” He inhales, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again on his exhale. “If you’re sure you want to do this, I need to see you. You’re not the only one who could use a reminder that you’re alive, pup.”
Nodding, I slowly grind against him, taking his hands and putting them farther back on my hips, where the skin is mostly unblemished.
“But if you wince even a fucking little, we’re done here,” he tells me, leaning to seal our lips together.
The first touch of his tongue flicking inside my mouth has me moaning, tilting my head to grant him better access. His hold on my hips starts to mobilize, guiding me over his cock the way he did weeks ago in his dorm room.
Electricity jolts through me as my clit rubs against him, the friction of my underwear and shorts causing my pulse to skyrocket. I grow wetter by the second, each thrust timed with his kisses, as if that’s what’s driving my movement rather than utter need.
Bringing my fingers to his chest, I explore the expanse of smooth skin and taut muscle. His nose ring bumps me at one point, a slight cold bite as he jerks into my touch as if yearning for more.
“Shit,” he breathes, pulling away. “I want to put my dick in you so bad.”
Pushing up on my knees, I reach between us and tug my clothes to the side. My pussy spreads over his shaft, leaving a trail of glistening arousal, making the motion smoother and smoother.
“Do it,” I whisper, leaning so he’s forced onto his back, his hands falling to the outsides of my thighs, fingers indenting my flesh. One glide forward and a slight shift up, and when I go an inch backward, his tip slips in. Just for a second, just barely enough for the two of us to simultaneously gasp.
“Are you going to hate me for this tomorrow?”
Narrowing my eyes, I get to my feet above him and shake out of my clothes before resituating myself on top of his cock again. Then I lean over to the nightstand and turn off the bedside lamp, enshrouding us in near darkness, save for a streak of moonlight spilling in from between the curtains.
