Page 94 of Ice Bet

Up until now, I didn’t realize that I had never allowed myself to be this vulnerable. There was always some sense of control that I had to hold on to. But with Aasher, I was his for the taking.

Butterflies swarmed me when his finger tilted my chin up to meet his face. His eyes bounced back and forth between mine, and a timid smile moved against my lips. I moved my hips, and he shut his eyes at the pleasure. “What have you done to me?” he asked, gripping me by my rib cage and slamming into me.

“The same thing you’ve done to me,” I replied, holding on to his shoulders and letting him take me any way he wanted. “I’ve—” I lost my train of thought. It was a type of pleasure that I’d never felt before. “I’ve never been like this.”

“This wet?” Aasher’s talented finger dipped down, and he rubbed his thumb over my clit, stealing my thoughts for a second.

“No, this willing to let someone have me any way they want.”

Aasher slammed into me harder, holding me steady so he could fill me up completely. My throat grew tight, and the ripples of pleasure were everywhere. “Don’t say things like that to me when I have you like this.”

Our mouths sealed, and our kiss was urgent, like something was about to pull us apart. I whimpered when he quickened his pace. He rubbed against my clit, and I cried out. “Aasher.” I tore my mouth from his before he growled and pulled my mouth back. He kissed me so hard my thoughts jumbled, and my body went into a frenzy.

“Let go for me,” he said before slowing his pace. My eyes shut and a blinding wind started in my lower belly.

“God…damn.” His words were strained.

I opened my eyes when he slid me off the dresser and spun me around. I slapped my hands onto the wood, and his palm moved up to my throat, holding me up by the chin. “Actually, let go forus.”

I locked onto his feral gaze in the mirror. My body went stiff, and Aasher turned my face to swallow my name on his lips. He thrust into me one more time, and I didn’t even notice the grip he had on my hip until his fingers peeled themselves away and he lifted his jersey.

“Fuck, I left marks on you,” he pulled himself out.

I spun around and drunkenly said, “You left your mark on me way before this moment, Aasher.”

His eyebrows dipped before he wove his hand through my hair and kissed me. It was a softer kiss this time, but it still had the same effect.

I was his.

* * *

My eyes fluttered with sleep, and I snuggled back into the soft pillow. I inhaled and shifted, trying to get closer to the warmth along my back.

“Better quit.”

My eyes sprung open at the sound of Aasher’s voice, but the surprise only lasted for a second as the night came flooding back in. I looked at the dresser through blurry eyes, and my cheeks flared with heat.Last night.

Aasher’s breath tickled the back of my neck, and Goose bumps appeared on my skin.

“Are you cold?” he asked, draping his heavy arm over the dip of my hip. He pulled me in closer, and I laughed quietly.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m not cold.”

Air whooshed from my lungs when he spun me and forced me to lie on my back. His messy dark hair was adorably sexy, and his sleepy eyes blinked several times before he looked at my mouth. “Tell me why you have Goose bumps, then.”

I sucked my lips in, refusing to answer.Why am I so… turned on?

“You look embarrassed.”

My cheeks heated even more—something that he noticed if his classic half-grin said anything about it.

“Answer me.” His fingers moved over the part of my belly that was showing. I was still wearing his jersey—something he forbade me to take off last night after he carried me over to his bed.

The sun was barely peeking through the clouds, but I saw the eagerness in his gaze.

“I remembered last night.”

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