Page 48 of The Backup

“Never.”

His Adam's apple bobs again, and his expression turns predatory, his thumb brushing over my pulse. "Careful, huh?" His voice drops an octave. "You're going to make me want to ruin you in the best way."

My breath hitches, but I don't dare look away. "I trust you," I whisper, barely audible.

"Good." His grip tightens just enough to make me shiver, the perfect blend of firm and teasing. "Because I'd never hurt you...but I might make you beg."

I swallow hard, heat pooling low in my stomach. "Is that a promise?"

He leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Oh, sweetheart. It's a guarantee."

I’m close, the pleasure coming in waves and as he bucks into me harder. my first orgasm crashes through me like thunder, the pleasure taking my whole body over.

“Good girl, baby. Mmmm I could feel that one. I love how you just gushed all over my cock. That’s so hot, Sloane. God, you’re gorgeous when you cum.”

“You felt that?” I mutter.

He nods, and his dark grin deepens. His hands move with deliberate control, one gripping my waist while the other skims down my tits.

"Turn around," he commands softly, his voice a low, velvet growl. He slips out of me, and I let out a moan in the wake of how empty I feel without him suddenly. “On your stomach.”

My pulse races as I obey, my movements slow, teasing, knowing he's watching every inch of me.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his hand sliding over my hip and positioning himself at the edge of the bed, standing. He presses gently on my back, urging me forward until I'm braced against the mattress.

A shiver races up my spine when he leans over me, his breath hot against my neck. "You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes," I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

"Then let go for me." His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him, the pressure perfect, possessive. "You're mine now, and I'm going to take you the way I've been dying to."

I gasp as he presses inside me again, his rhythm deliberate and demanding, leaving no doubt who's in control. My fingers grip the sheets as he sets the pace, his grip on me firm, guiding as he pumps into me.

"Do you like that, Sloane?” he growls, his voice rough, each word punctuated by his movement. “Do you like feeling me bare?”

"Yes," I cry out, the sound muffled against the sheets.

"Say it again," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes! Please, Asher, don't stop?—"

"That's right," he murmurs, his lips brushing my shoulder, his hands tightening their hold on me. "You're so good for me. If it were my choice, I’d do this all night, but we need to make this quick.”

I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face, darkened with desire, his jaw tight as he focuses completely on me. "Quick?" I manage to gasp, my voice breathy with exertion.

He leans in closer, his body pressing against mine, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't worry," he murmurs, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Quick doesn't mean I won't make you scream for me."

A strangled moan escapes my lips as he adjusts his angle, his movements precise and devastatingly effective. My hands claw at the sheets, the tension building inside me with every moment.

"That's it," he growls, his voice low and guttural. "Let go for me. I want to feel you completely."

My breath catches, and I nod frantically, the pressure inside me winding tighter and tighter. "Asher?—"

"Say my name again," he orders, his voice a sinful demand.

"Asher!" I cry out, my voice trembling as the sensations overwhelm me, pulling me under.

His hand slides up to press against the small of my back, holding me in place as his rhythm quickens.

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