บท 166: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Seven

Asher needed to push her away before this went too far. He moved her across the room until her back pressed against the wall. Her mouth opened, but Asher didn’t let her say whatever she wanted to say.

His lips slanted over hers, his tongue diving into her mouth. From her response to him, he could tell she’d never been kissed like this— the way he kissed her, and the possessive side of him growled in approval, needing to leave his mark.

His hands slipped from her arms to her hips as he ground against her. Her body relaxed into his chest, and she moaned against his lips, a carnal sound that drove Asher to intensify the kiss.

He shouldn’t have done it. He had told himself that he wouldn't let this happen again, but now that he’d started, his lips refused to break the kiss. Those lips were so soft, supple, and hungry for his touch.