fanning my lips just before he presses a kiss hard against my mouth.
A kiss like I’ve never felt before passes between us, a feeling of urgency fills my nerves as our bodies rush to close the space between us. I fist his drenched shirt in my hands, wrinkling it even more. His palms travel low against my back, past my waist, cupping me to him before grasping the underside of my legs, my damp dress tangling in his fingers as he lifts me from the ground. My thighs lock around his trim waist instantly, finding alluring warmth everywhere our bodies touch.
With fluid composure he carries me to our bed, skewing the neatly made blankets as he pushes me up the mattress with just his hips. He holds his weight above me on his forearm as his other hand runs down my side sending shivers over my cold body and grips my hip.
My heart pounds faster with every flick of his tongue and I find myself rubbing against his lean hips to release the energy that’s building low in my stomach.
A groan passes over Asher’s soft lips, an encouraging sound that has me rocking my hips harder against his, my breaths faltering with every torturous move he makes.
I’m not filled with nervousness like I thought I would be. He sets the pace and all I can think about is how amazing his hands feel against my damp skin.
He tears his lips from mine as he presses sweet and delicious kisses across my collar bone, slowing us down ever so slightly. I arch my neck to him, my back bowing into his chest, my brows creasing in pain and pleasure as his hand trails down the side of my dress and settles between my legs.
Just as my eyes widen, my breath scraping against my lips with the feel of his meticulous fingers, it occurs to me—far, far back in my foggy mind—that this delicate and complexly laced dress will need to be taken off. The thought vanishes as his pace quickens, a moan escapes me just before he seals his mouth to mine and rips my virtuous white dress up the side in one quick move; saving us both a lot of time and trouble.
“What do you think will happen to us?” I ask him in the darkness, just as my mind begins to settle, the furling energy within me calming finally.
He holds me against him, the bed is small, almost intentionally small. We have no choice but to wrap ourselves around each other. His hand makes leisurely work of trailing up and down my ribs at an irresistibly slow pace. Soft kisses feather over the curve of my neck, waking me once more.
“We’ll live happily ever after?” I can hear the smirk in his voice, lightening the mood with his words, the tingling kisses starting up once more. Part of me knows it’s a distraction tactic, he’s trying to distract me from my thoughts, maybe he’s trying to distract himself as well.
It doesn’t work though, my mind is trailing over all that has happened this week, the good and the bad.
“It just feels like a waste now. We gave my camp hope. Hope we could have spread to other villages with their help. Now what? We go back and tell them we’ve been attacked. That the government doesn’t like us nearly as much as our lord thought they did?”
A soft kiss is pressed to my temple, making me close my eyes and just enjoy the way his love feels.
It feels like… warmth and safety and… happiness fluttering through me on a whirlwind of feelings.
“I think we should contact your father,” he says, his voice a ghost of a whisper.
My spine straightens, my muscles no longer relaxed beneath his calming touch.
“You know about that?” A cracking sound fills my nervous tone.
“I—I didn’t follow you. That would be… weird. I just overheard you.”
“From over a mile away?” I ask, a small smile tilting my lips.
“I can’t reduce my impeccable hearing, baby.” He dips his head into the crook of my neck again, making me shift restlessly against his hard body.
“You didn’t go out of your way to focus on our conversation?”
Silence fills his response for a moment as he takes a deep breath, breathing me in, his breath skimming over my flesh, making me squirm in his arms.
“I think tomorrow we should gather a few close friends and make an undisclosed trip to the Capitol. Your father obviously cares for you, Fallon. Ayden