*Ophelia*

Asher’s hands move down to my hips, squeezing them tight as he moves us to the couch and lays me down on the cushions. He never breaks the kiss, his lips exploring mine like he’s found the answer he’s been desperately searching for.

He breaks away to move to my neck. I moan softly while his lips trail down my throat, sucking soft marks into my skin that have me almost bucking up into him like a horny teenager.

I’ve never felt like this for anyone ...