Chapter 37
Asher kept holding back, patiently watching her with a firm grip in her hair. She somehow managed to get half his length in her mouth during that time, gagging softly, looking up at Asher to see if her efforts were any good.
Her crystal blue eyes glistened with tears as she stared up at him and her plump lips stretched were around him, it was enough to make Asher’s hold on his control snap, his hips moving almost reflexively.
“You’re taking me so well.” He moaned, hips flexing.
Celine pulled off him with a pleased smile, basking in the praise. She made a move to take him down her throat again but he stopped her, a gentle thumb wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, right before he pulled her to him, her knees on the soft carpet on either side of him.
She couldn’t protest because she melted into a puddle the moment his tongue made contact with her tender mating mark, his length slipping into her wet heat with ease. Complaining was completely off the table when another wave of her heat made an appearance, making her fiddle with the buttons on Asher’s shirt mid kiss.
There was a soft sheen of sweat on her skin, her heat, the pressure of Asher’s length reaching deeper into her body in their current position, and his hands all over her body was overwhelming.
Asher picked up on her squirming and tugged on the lapels of the shirt, the buttons popped free, and the sleeves of the dark red shirt slid down the length of her arms, baring her completely to him.
Making skin-to-skin contact with Asher was enough to clear up the fog in Celine’s head, a little dazed smile on her face as Asher held her gaze. Although they were joined, he made no effort to move, letting her adjust to his size.
Celine wasn’t having that, using his powerful shoulders as support, she propped herself higher, a needy sigh spilling past her kiss-plump lips at the feeling of Asher’s dick dragging against her sensitive walls. She managed to fuck herself on him a few times before her knees gave out from pleasure, legs trembling. It didn’t help that Asher watched her intently the entire time, chuckling when she buried her teary face in his neck, her pleas muffled.
She buried her hands in his hair when her back made contact with the soft and expensive carpet, her moans hitched as he drove into her, the empty tray and the argument around it completely forgotten.
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Celine would never get tired of sharing the bed with Asher, because he always held her so tightly like he believed that she would be taken from him while they slept. Noah loathed to touch her although they shared the same bed, and most of the time, he preferred to stay in his study than come to bed.
Asher had stayed with her without leaving even for a moment throughout her heat, and now, the sun was currently setting on the third day, the last vestiges of her heat fading away, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that made her want to sleep in Asher’s arms for an eternity.
Celine didn’t dream of being Asher’s mate, she was content with him just wanting her even though she now bore his mating mark. He owned her anyway so he could very well do whatever he wished with her - *at least that was what she told herself.*
She was just trying really hard not to be hopeful so that her dreams and hopes wouldn’t be dashed to the ground.
So although she was exhausted, she could imagine that Asher was even more so. She was stunned by the fact that he had easily kept up with her demanding heat. And she had been very demanding… her face heated up at the memories from the past couple days, the familiar feel of Asher’s arms around her and the length of his hard body pressed against hers doing very little to help her thoughts.
Her eyes were heavy with sleep and Asher was already fast asleep but she wanted to stay awake longer to bask in the warm feelings that filled her, replacing the distressing burn of her heat. But she eventually gave into her exhaustion, waking up to find Asher fully dressed.
“I didn’t want to leave before you woke up,” He walked over to the bed, fully dressed, even with his staple extravagant fur coat over his shoulders.
Celine quickly masked her disappointment, she would have preferred to spend weeks just laying in bed with Asher but he was still a Mafia King and he had duties to attend to. “I would have come to pay you a visit at work,” She teased, reaching out to him.
Asher easily went in for a kiss but Celine could feel how he tensed up at her light suggestion. “There’s no reason for that. I’ll com home to you.” He said shortly, pressing a kiss to her mating mark before sweeping out of the room.
Celine watched him leave with a faint frown, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Asher hadn’t treated her any differently and she wanted to bask in the happiness of his declaration that he would come back to her but she couldn’t.
Asher usually had no issues taking her around with him, was he really that put off by the thought of her coming to see him? She shook her head to dispel her thoughts, reminding herself that jumping to assumptions never helped, it was better to confront Asher about it than for her to make up something in her head and run with it.
It was after she broke free of her thoughts that she noticed that there was a light morning shower, the sun shining even through the rain. It made her take a deep breath and sigh softly, *why was she already letting dark thoughts overwhelm her?* Asher wanted her and he wasn’t going to get rid of her, she should be content.