Page 56 of Sweet Doe
ASHER
She chose me.
I can’t stop replaying it. Not just the words, but the way she said them. That look in her eyes when she walked past safety and ran straight into my arms? It’s burned into me now.
She could’ve stepped forward. Given herself up. They were right there in the lobby—search and rescue, her last shot at being dragged back into the normal world. But she didn’t move.
She stayed.
For me.
That kind of choice rewires a man.
The second we’re back in the motel room, I kick the door shut and crowd her against it. I don’t say anything. There’s no point in wasting breath on words she already knows. She feels it—how close I came to losing my mind when she didn’t come back right away. My hands are shaking from the aftershock, but not from fear.
No, this is hunger.
I’m going to show her what it means to choose a man like me.
She tilts her chin up, that soft, steady fire burning behind her eyes. Her breath hitches as I press my body against hers, pinning her to the door with the weight of all the things I haven’t said.
“You made your choice,” I murmur, my voice thick with heat and disbelief. “Now I’m going to make you feel it.”
Her lips part. “Asher…”
The sound of my name falling from her lips unhooks any restraint I have left.
I claim her mouth with mine, teeth and tongue as I ravage her. She melts against me, fingers in my hair, clawing at my jacket like she needs me deeper already. I yank it off, then pull hers over her head and toss it to the ground. Her shirt follows, then her bra, both gone in a fucking second.
She gasps when my mouth finds her neck, then her collarbone, then the soft swell of her breasts. I don’t just kiss—I bite, suck,markher like I’m staking a claim on her.
“Mine,” I growl into her skin. “Fucking mine.”
Her moan breaks open something primal in me. I grab the back of her thighs and lift her. She wraps around me instantly, legs locked around my waist as I carry her to the bed and drop her onto it. She bounces once, breathless, and starts to sit up, but I’m already pulling off her pants and panties, baring her inch by inch, slow enough to make her squirm.
She’s soaked. Pink and swollen and dripping just for me.
“You’re already soaked for me,” I growl, dragging a finger through the slick heat between her thighs. “Fuck, look at you. So ready, so fucking perfect. You were made for this.”
Her hips buck into my hand. She nods, breath hitching, that soft little gasp breaking free like a plea.
I lean in close, voice low and rough. “That’s it, baby. Show me how much you need it.”
I kiss her inner thigh, then again, higher this time. She spreads for me without being asked, thighs trembling, hands fisting the sheets like she already knows what’s coming. My tongue drags up her pussy in one long, hungry stroke, and her entire body arches.
I don’t go easy on her.
I eat like a man dying. Mouth greedy, tongue punishing, fingers curling inside her until she’s keening and begging and twitching under my grip. I want her ruined. Shattered. No thoughts, no hesitations. Just her body unraveling because ofme.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. She doesn’t even realize she’s crying out my name until I slap her thigh hard enough to make her jolt.
“Use your words,” I snarl against her soaked cunt. “What do you want, sweet doe?”
“You,” she gasps. “I want you inside me—please—Asher, please?—”
I fucking lose it.
I rip off my shirt, undo my jeans, and line my cock up against her entrance. I’m barely holding on. The sight of her spread out for me, wrecked and needy and whispering my name—it unmans me.
