Chapter 33
THIRTY THREE
RUELLA
I…L…O…V…E. Delicate fingers tickle my skin as the morning sun warms my bare back, the lazy tracing of letters makes my stomach flutter in excitement.
The sound of birds chirping through the thin glass windows softly wakes me from another comfortable sleep in Asher’s embrace.
I try to keep my eyes closed and the smile from my face, hoping he will finish the sentence he draws.
His fingers pause. “I know you are awake,” I hear the amusement in his words.
I pretend to snore.
He chuckles then starts to tickle my sides making my eyes fly open and a demented cackle escape my mouth.
His fingers stop moving but his arms pull me close, chest to chest and his warmth engulfing me. Asher’s face is lit up with a smile so large and real it takes my breath away.
“Good morning,” He places a kiss on the tip of my nose, then my cheek, then finally my lips.
When he pulls back, his brows furrow at my obvious staring. “What is it?”
“You have a smile that makes the world want to smile back, and it’s such a shame that those instances are so far apart and fleeting,”
His face softens, his vulnerability showing before he shrugs. “I don’t have many reasons to smile these days,”
“I have noticed it slip through more over the past few weeks,”
“Mm. Have you?” He pushes me onto my back, keeping our chests connected as he lets his weight come down on me from above, He pushes my knees apart, making space for his hips. His hard length pushing through his boxers and rubbing across the thin fabric of my thong.
“Yeah, what changed?” I ask as I push my hips up into him. The action making him moan into my neck as goosebumps cover the skin on his arms as I trail my fingers up them, wrapping my hands at the base of his neck. He places a soft kiss to my collarbone.
“Do I really have to say it?” He asks, voice muffled as he places more light kisses up my neck to the space just below my ear.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He pulls back and looks at me. My heart pounds with how deep the connection between us is, the pull of something inside me that has nothing to do with my want for him sexually.
It feels cosmic. Like we share the same atomic particles that are desperately trying to reconnect after finding each other once more.
He smiles again. “You little vixen. You changed everything,”
His mouth descends on mine, but unlike the other times, this feels different.
It’s slow and thoughtful. He takes his time yet desperately tries to tell me something with his body.
His hips start to move, his length grinding against my core, immediately making it pulsate with need for more.
I attempt to pull him impossibly closer, the speed almost painful as he threads his hands through my hair, his elbows either side of head, pinning me in.
“Wait,” I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let up. “How are you feeling?” I ask between his kisses.
“Thanks to you, I am feeling better,” He kisses down my neck and when his hot tongue circles my hardened nipple, my back arches off the bed. I am a writhing mess as he takes his time kneading the other breast, before switching over, showing the same attention to the other.
He pulls back onto his knees, his biceps bulging as he grabs the side of my thong and rips it apart.
“Hey,” I protest. “Those were one of my favourites,” He grins at me as he shoves his boxers down his thick, lacrosse playing thighs.
“I will buy you a million more, because I plan on taking you everywhere and anywhere I can, regardless of who’s around. Thongs be damned,” My core clenches with the thought as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.
“You like that thought hmm?” He runs his fingers through my folds, collecting my arousal before circling my clit. My jaw drops as my head rolls back.
“Does my little vixen like the thought of me fucking her senseless where someone might see?” His free fingers hover at my entrance while his other hand continues its assault. My head nods as I whimper, the pressure building instantly as my hips roll begging for more.
Asher’s presses two fingers into me, immediately picking up a delicious pace as he hits the spot deep inside that makes my mouth water.
“You were made for me, baby,” He thrusts in and out of me as I grab hold of the bedding beneath me. “So fucking perfect,” I feel my core tighten with my growing orgasm, holding just at the precipice to oblivion.
“Look at me,” He orders. Our gaze locks and he curls his fingers inside of me, the action pushing me over the edge. “Be a good girl and come for me,”
His eyes darken as my orgasm rolls through me like a category five hurricane. His fingers slow as my chest heaves, my vision starting to normalise.
Asher removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth where he sucks my arousal from them one at a time.
“Lift your hips,” I do, and he places a pillow underneath me, raising my core directly to his cock.
I moan when he rubs the bulging end of it through my folds, wetting the tip and ending with two slaps of it to my clit. The sudden pressure sending a flood between my legs.
He runs his length back down to my entrance and slowly starts to push in.
“Condom?” I ask, although it doesn’t stop me from trying to widen my hips to accommodate his size.
“I’m clean,” His eyes meet mine and I almost come again. I have never seen a face so beautifully haunted in my life. “I need to feel you,” He pulls out a little. “All of you. Without any barriers,” He stills, giving me the choice, but I don’t need to think.
“I’m clean and on birth control,” I nod.
“You sure?” He double checks.
“I have never been surer of anything else in my life,” I hold his stare. “Now fill me full of your come Asher,”
“Oh fuck,” He groans, his head tipping back as the vein in his neck bulges. “You can’t say things like that to me or I won’t even make it inside of you without busting,”
When his face comes back, I don’t get a second to prepare before he slams into me to the hilt.
The sound that comes out of me is feral as he pounds with deep thrusts.
His mouth descends on mine as he devours me in every single way possible and all I want is to give myself over to him fully.
If I died today, I would die a very happy woman to have even a sliver of Asher Vander.
The position of the pillow makes my orgasm build faster than ever before, his cock hitting deeper inside of me causing my words to come out mumbled and incoherent.
He never lets up his thrusts, they are powerful and torturous, but when his eyes look deep into my own, I know this isn’t just fucking each other brains out. This is more.
One of Asher’s hands, lock around the back of my head, while the other comes to my stomach below my bellybutton, where he pushes down, making my entire body sing with the new sensation.
“Oh my god, Asher,”
“Fuck baby, I can feel my cock moving inside of you,” His thrust’s pick-up speed and the grip on the back of my neck tightens as my core does the same.
I am locked in to take whatever he gives me, trapped and utterly ravenous for it.
My hands come to his shoulders where I grab onto anything I can to prepare for the fall from the edge of the cliff.
A bead of sweat drips from Asher’s forehead and between my breasts.
“I’m going to come Asher. Don’t stop,” I beg.
“I’m going to come with you,” He groans as my pussy clenches around him. The kaleidoscope of colours that bursts behind my eyes when I clench them shut is euphoric. I feel sorry for Asher’s neighbours as I scream through the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life.
“Ruella. Fuuuuck,” Asher’s hips lose rhythm as I feel the head of his cock bulge as ropes of come fill me. The feeling almost as incredible as the orgasm itself. He collapses on top of me as we fight to catch our breath, his weight a comfort I feel lucky to bare.
When Asher finally sits up, his eyes immediately fall between us as he slowly pulls out of me. The burning sting more enjoyable than the emptiness when he isn’t there.
“Why does that look so good,” His voice is gravelly. He takes the tip of his cock and rubs it through the come that has escaped, catching it before it hits the covers, then presses it back inside of me. I moan at the stretch again.
“There,” He kisses my lips. “Where it belongs,”
I chuckle. “Breeding kink, have we?”
He grins down at me. “I didn’t, but now I definitely do,” I smack his shoulder and notice the blood trickling from my nail marks.
“Shit, sorry,”
“I’m not,” He gives me one final kiss, his tongue taking a sweep inside to find mine, but it is cut short when he pulls back.
“Shower time,” He pulls me to my feet but when my legs turn to jelly, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into his bathroom. “The others will be here soon, and Jacob texted before you woke up,” He sits me on the side of the bath before turning on the water.
“His uncle heard from the man he has undercover,”
My eyes widen.
“What did he say?” I ask with a newfound hope.
Asher steps into the bathtub and when I get in as well, he holds me close, my back to his chest as he lets his head drop back.
“He thinks he knows who the insider is at the academy,”
***
“So, the man your uncle has undercover with a crime gang, one you cannot tell us about, heard Mr. Walker’s name being passed about, but he has a clean record from what Bishop previously found?
And is currently on a weekend away in London,” My fingers rub my temples as a headache starts to brew.
Yes, Jacob has come with some good news and at least a lead to follow, but it isn’t as hopeful as I had expected.
“Do you understand undercover?” Jacob rolls his eyes. “And yes, to the rest,” His voice is uninterested and agitated.
“Watch the tone,” Asher says from my left where we sit at the sofa once again. Everyone in the same positions as we were last time.