Page 51 of His Arranged Plus-Size Mate

I felt like I was high. My body felt hot, and every nerve in me was awake. I gasped for air as his tongue slid over mine, taking my breath away.

I felt his hands grip my hip tightly, his fingers pressing hard enough they could leave prints. A part of me hoped they would.

My head slid back against the wall as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone. “You taste just as good as you smell.”

I felt my face grow hot, watching the way his lips trailed down my chest. His fingers tugged at my sweater, yanking it up and over my head. I watched his eyes stare at me like he had lasttime. I could see the hunger a little more clearly, like he’d been starving.

He kissed me roughly, his tongue sliding over mine, and I couldn’t breathe. I moaned, feeling his hands cupping my ass as he hoisted me up, pinning me harder against the wall. My legs were pressed against his hips, and I felt just how hard Asher was.

“You make it so bloody hard to behave. Every time I see you, do you have any idea what goes through my head?”

Did I want to know? No. Yes. If I did know, would this change everything between us? Can we go back to just friends? But we weren’t just friends.

Asher made me feel more alive than I had in years. He made me laugh, and he was there even when I didn’t want him. He wasn’t just my friend. He was so much more than that.

“What goes through your head?” I asked, reaching up and running my hand over the fabric of his shirt. I watched the way his jaw twitched at the contact.

“You. All of you.”

His hand reached up, his fingers grabbing my chin. “Your lips, your ass. The way you moan. It echoes in my head at the worst possible time. In the middle of a meeting, my mind wanders back to you.”

I couldn’t hide my shock as he kissed me. “I remember how you tasted and how your lips felt pressed against mine. I remembered how hard your nipples were when I licked them and how wet you got when I touched you.”

I felt his hips grind slowly, friction right where I needed it. “And I have so many fantasies about you. Fucking you. Tasting you as you come from my fingers and tongue. Knowing I’m the only one who sees you so exposed and vulnerable.”

His teeth bite hard onto my neck, and I grip his shoulders.

“I have thought of all the positions. Slamming into you from the back. Gently rocking you as you rode me. And all the ways I could leave marks. I want to have a map of all the spots that you enjoy.”

I knew there was no going back. What Asher and I had before was turning to dust as he spoke because I badly wanted that. I wanted what that picture was putting together.

“And most of all, I want to see that pretty little face shatter apart when you come. I want to see all those worries and fears disappear. Even if it’s just for a moment.”

His hands grabbed my ass, and I felt his dick, solid against my center. I remembered just how amazing it was before. How he filled me, and I moaned.

I kissed him, not wanting to think anymore. I just wanted him.

He turned us, walking down the hallway. His lips were leaving marks all over my neck and collarbone.

He placed me on the bed, his hands grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants. His eyes stared at me as he tugged them down. He threw them aside, grabbed his shirt, and yanked it off. He spread my legs, his eyes looking down. “I can see you’ve soaked your underwear.”

I swallowed, feeling my mouth go dry. “It’s your doing.”

He smirked, his fingers curled around the fabric. He tugged it down. I watched the way his eye narrowed, not waiting a beat. He brushed his thumb over my clit, and my head fell back. My fingers curled against the sheets, and I moaned at the contact.

He slid two fingers into me, and I gasped at the movement. His fingers filled me, and I felt his teeth bite hard into my thigh.

He moved them slowly, thrusting at an angle. I panted, feeling my legs shake at how perfect it was.

“I’m going to make you come over and over until there is nothing left.”

I believed him. I could see that spark in his eyes.

I felt that build up, that tingling below. His thumb never stopped, moving perfect circles over my clit. His fingers were slowly speeding up, and I felt my body crash. I came hard, moaning as I hit my release.

Asher pulled his finger free and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out, and I watched as he spread me all over him. His eyes remained on me as he fisted him, his jaw tense but his eyes soft.

Fuck, he looked hot in this moment.