I’d never seen Asher like this before. I’d seen him so furious that his wolf clawed at his edges. I’d also seen the ice in his eyes melt under the intense heat of his gaze. But never had I seen both of these things happen at once.
Until now.
His mouth hot on my neck and shoulders, he clutched at my hips. Everywhere he touched me felt branded on fire.
I was nearly as desperate for it as he was to give it. The experiences of the day had left me cold and bereft. I barely felt like myself. His passionate touches breathed life back into me.
I wanted him to keep going, and erase all evidence of the day except Asher and this moment.
If we were a real couple, we could rip off our clothes and find solace in each other’s bodies. But we weren’t. If we had s*x like this… Asher might regret it whe
