Chapter 56

— Sienna’s POV —

His lips on mine set off a million alarms in my brain, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, raising goosebumps on every viable surface of my skin.

I absolutely melted the moment they touched mine, kissing me so hard and deep, losing any semblance of myself in the process.

That kiss was everything I wished we were, all of the hidden, buried thoughts that whispered in the back of my mind on a day to day basis.

It was the raw truth that neither of us would admit, the place both our hearts yearned for.

I knew what was going to happen next, because it was inevitable. This hushed desire we harbored for one another was due to rear its lustful head, and here it was, right on schedule.

His hands gripped my hips, the tips of his fingers digging into my curves, so desperate for more of me.

And I wasn’t going to lie — I was desperate for him, too. Very much so.

We kissed until our lips ached, both swollen from the intensity, our bodies screaming and begging for more.

I could taste him all over me, and that made me want him, need him, so much more. I wanted to keep tasting him, over and over until we were molded as one.

I knew he wanted me too — it was obvious by the hardness pressing out from his front, brushing against my thigh. Lighting a fire between my own legs.

In a split second, Asher lifted me up, cradling my butt in his palms as he silently led us to his room.

The last time we were in his room, I completely took advantage of him, and we never even acknowledged that it happened since that day.

I was embarrassed, more than anything, that I’d done that to him. Most of all, it was immature, and I refused to let myself stoop that low again.

Now, I would let all my boundaries down. I couldn’t do anything to stop that, thanks to the heat pulsing through my body. A deep rooted need that spread its way through every last little bit of me.

He pushed me back onto his bed, his eyes flaring with a ravenous hunger for me, so intense it made my thighs clench on the spot.

I needed to fell him moving inside me. Right now.

To feel him as mine, and mine alone, in this moment, knowing no one else had him. If only for a little while.

That was what I wanted.

Asher reached down, spreading my legs, watching my every reaction. I knew he could sense my heat, smell it, even, so he knew we were on the same page.

Neither of us spoke. Instead, he unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing length from the confines of his underwear.

All of that was about to be mine.

My mouth watered. Every instinct in me lit up, craving him like he was the very air that kept me alive.

I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking up towards his hardness, thirsty for the pleasure I knew he’d give me.

“Sienna,” he moaned, and in that single utterance of my name, I shattered.

I was his, in every definition of the word.

My thighs were wet, his fingers brushing along the inner parts of them, soaking in my arousal, making my hips lurch towards him again, begging for some release.

He ripped my panties right off of me, discarding the scrap of fabric like a piece of trash. My lower half was exposed, while my upper half was still clothed.

I wanted everything off.

Asher tossed his own shirt aside, leaving me to gaze at his muscular chest, which now shimmered with a small sheen of sweat. My mouth went bone dry at the sight, a feral sound escaping my lips.

He ripped my tunic right down the middle — one of my favorite ones, but I’d forgive it — and left me bare to him, aside from my bra, which was off in the blink of an eye.

His fingers cradled one of my breasts, hardening my nipple with the simple brush of his thumb over it. My core tightened, absolutely wailing for him to move inside me, to give me friction.

“Please,” I gasped, hearing the growl that reverberated through his chest. A growl that was just as hungry for me as I was for him.

And then he was inside me, stretching my saturated walls to accommodate him. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, the moan much more like a mewl than anything else.

My walls clenched around him as he filled me all the way, bottoming out somewhere deep within me. There he sat for a long moment, his thumb still brushing across my nipple, the other hand reaching down to cradle my face.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, letting himself settle inside me, my walls pounding with desire around him.

When he started to move, there was no hope of me keeping quiet. He felt beyond good — that word was the understatement of the century.

He felt magnificent, like he was made to be between my legs this way, pounding into me like I belonged to him.

In a silent moment before chaos broke out entirely, he spread my legs a bit further, tucking himself between them, pulling his length out nearly all the way before driving back into me with such force that I pressed into the mattress, a hoarse scream cracking out of me.

He slid in and out so easily, the hard muscles of his body slamming against mine, hitting my most pleasurable spot in the very pits of my core again and again.

His fingers dug into the flesh of my butt, lifting me towards him with each slam, sending stars exploding across my vision, waves of unbearably good pleasure pulsing through me, radiating from my core like an eruption.

I couldn’t form a single word, the only sound leaving my lips that of a croaking moan or a sharp intake at the way his tip ground against my G-spot.

He stayed above me, his perfectly sculpted body moving in time with my own, the wet slap of our hips coming together the only sound in the room aside from our strangled gasps.

Pleasure built quickly, wildly, in both of us, his thrusts growing more and more manic as his own peak edged closer.

Sweat covered both of our naked bodies, the scent of sex heavy in the air, his hands now gripping the narrow part of my waist, holding me down into the bed as he plowed into me deeper than anyone ever had.

We came at the same time, completely in sync with one another, and the way he screamed my name sent me into a frenzy, my orgasm rocking me, my walls shuddering against his length as pleasure poured through me in the most satisfying way.

My toes curled into the mattress, staying tensed up for a long beat after we both stopped moving, our eyes glued to one another as we sat in the aftermath of the best sex of our lives.

I could confide in him, anything and everything, and he would listen.

This could be more than just a one time thing — it could be our whole life.

Except neither of us were ever going to step up and say something, were we?