“My bed,” he answered.
He kicked the door to his room open and lowered me on the bed. He climbed toward me and I thought my heart would explode.
I’d loved him. I’d mourned him. I’d cried too much. Missed him too much. And now the pain had vanished. He was here, loving me again.
He folded his arms around me, kissing me roughly. I tasted my scent on his tongue.
“I swear I’ll never leave again,” he promised. “I’m a different man, J. We have a lot to catch up on. I have a lot I want to tell you.”
I nodded. We could talk tomorrow. We could talk next week. I didn’t care as long as he was inside me.
“Will you tell me after you fuck me? Please?”
I reached between us, fisting his wide cock in my hand. He groaned as my palm slid over the silky skin. I traced the throbbing vein with my thumb.
“You drive me crazy, Journey. I want to fuck you. And never stop.”
I whimpered, wanting that too. “You better not stop.”
He nudged his cock against my entrance. My breath caught as he made a circle, coating the thick head in my juices. His fingers threaded through mine as he pushed my hands over my head.
His cock inched inside me and we both groaned. The pressure and pleasure were intense. I had to adjust to his size again. I stretched and quivered around him, knowing what was about to come.
“Never again,” he whispered, clasping my hands. He slammed into me and I screamed his name as he drove deep inside me.
I looked into his eyes. His gorgeous face hovered over me. His chiseled jaw set in a determined line as he thrust into me, making us whole again.
“Asher, I—” My head turned to the side as his body overwhelmed mine with pleasure.
“What? You want more? You need more?” he asked with a husky voice.
“Yes, please,” I begged.
He scooped me up, rolling me on my stomach. I grew wetter just thinking about how it felt when he took me from behind. He shifted me onto my knees.
I pressed my palms into his expensive sheets as my ass rose in the air. I hissed as his cock sank inside me. Each time he gripped my waist harder and tighter.
My breasts bounced, grazing the bed with each thrust. It felt so good. So incredible to be in his bed again. To be consumed and loved by his body.
Asher skimmed my hip, following my hipbone, grazing my clit with his fingers.
“Ohh.” I jerked upright.
He chuckled. “Feel good?”
I moaned when his fingers flicked against the tender bud of flesh. Each touch jolted me closer to my next orgasm. I was going to come faster this time. What choice did I have? Asher filled me so fully. I clenched around his cock, trying to climb my way to climax
faster. He pushed inside me, slamming his balls against me.
I cried out with pleasure. With pain. With love.
He strummed between my legs until I was panting and begging.
“You’re mine, J.”
“God, yes,” I called over my shoulder.
He rocked forward, kicking my hands out from under me so that he pinned his chest to my back.