Beyond the Horizon (Sons of Templar MC #4)(67)

I sucked in a breath.

“But the feel of it, of you, in my hands is enough to make me forget that fear,” he murmured, his finger moving to caress my bare skin.

My body moved against him, tingles of pleasure radiating to my fingertips.

His eyes blazed with desire as his finger plunged into me. “You want this?” he rasped.

I let out a little moan and started to move with him. “Yes,” I whispered.

He sat up, grasping my neck with his free hand. “Then that’s all that matters,” he declared, flipping us so I was on my back.

I barely registered the change in positions, his finger continuing to move inside me.

“Top off,” he commanded.

I quickly complied, wrenching my tee off. The moment I’d tossed the fabric to the floor, Asher’s mouth fastened on my nipple. My hands drove into his hair and I arched my back slightly, moaning as his teeth grazed my sensitive peak. The cold air bit my bare skin as Asher’s mouth left my breast to travel downward.

“You’re going to come in my mouth, Lily,” he instructed, pulling his finger out of me.

I writhed in frustration at the loss, but my fingers grasped the sheets in expectation from Asher’s words.

“You’re going to come in my mouth, then you’re going to come on my dick,” he growled.

“Yes,” I hissed, my voice husky with desire.

I cried out as his mouth fastened on me, licking me, working his magic. My back arched even more, and my hands fisted the sheets ever tighter at the blinding pleasure that erupted from the base of my spine and shattered through the rest of me.

Asher moved from between my legs, his body moving atop mine and grabbing my legs so they were pressed up close to my ears.

I felt him poised at my entrance and he paused. “This is us, flower, all that matters,” he declared before plunging into me.

I cried out once more, this angle intense on my sensitive flesh. Asher held my ankles, pounding into me mercilessly. The pleasure was all-consuming, almost too intense, almost to the point of pain. But it danced that glorious line. Asher released my legs so he could settle his body completely atop mine and slow his strokes. His hands cradled my head and his mouth claimed mine. I could taste myself on his lips.

“Open your eyes, Lily,” he commanded.

I did as he commanded, not even realizing I had them squeezed shut.

“This is one of them,” he whispered while he made slow love to me. “One of the million and one moments that makes the fear worth it,” he continued as he built me up to my second orgasm.

“Every second, every moment I’m with you, it’s worth it,” he said, the cords in his neck tight, his eyes tender.

I didn’t say a word, my climax hit me without warning, and I rode it without tearing my eyes from his. I rode the wave of pleasure while my heart pounded with the power of his words, of his gaze. And when I was done, the aftershocks started all over again as he poured into me without moving his eyes from mine.

“It’s worth it,” I whispered in a small voice after minutes of loaded silence. “Every moment.”

Asher pulsed inside me and his mouth covered mine. We didn’t speak any more that night.





“This is a change,” Asher observed lazily from his spot in my bed.

I glanced at him over my shoulder as I buttoned my blouse. “W-what is?” I stuttered slightly over my words at the view I was getting. Asher was propped up on pillows, shirtless, with the entirety of his muscled form on display. The background of my mom’s mural intensified his beauty.

“Me lying leisurely in bed while you rush off.” He frowned. “I don’t like it,” he added.

I stood, slipping my feet into my mules. “Well, I wouldn’t be rushing if someone had let me get up when my alarm went off,” I scolded lightly.

His eyes turned dark. “Your beautiful, naked body was pressed against me. You’re lucky I only f*cked you once. That I let you leave this bed at all,” he growled.

My stomach dipped with desire, despite the fact I’d had a thoroughly satisfying orgasm not moments ago. I distracted myself by piling textbooks into my tan slouchy leather bag. My one beautiful, designer accessory—one I’d never be able to afford in a million years—a Christmas present from Gwen and Amy.

“Jesus, how does someone as tiny as you carry around all of those books?” His tone was drenched in disbelief as he watched me stretch the expensive bags seams to the limit.

I eyed the beautiful bag in distaste. “With great difficulty,” I answered truthfully.

Asher put his hands behind his head, my eyes attached themselves to his biceps and appreciated the way they flexed with this movement.

“Maybe I should blow off the club and walk around carrying your books all day,” he suggested.

I laughed. “Yeah, and then we’d have a trail of drooling girls following us wherever we went,” I teased.

Asher rolled his eyes. “I’m more worried about the drooling boys,” he shot back lightly, though his eyes weren’t as teasing as they were moments before. “One boy in particular.”

I raised my brow. “You’re not going to let that pretty face be distorted by a green-eyed monster are you now?” I asked sweetly.

He didn’t answer, and his eyes traveled down the length of me when I straightened.