HOPE
I grab onto his hair and pull hard, but Asher's grin only grows wider. "You doubt that I won't do that?" he says.
"Asher, no more teasing," I say, my voice breaking.
"You have to help me so I can keep you alive, sunshine. The last existence of a doppelgänger was a disaster to all supernaturals." His face sobers, and he bends his head, kissing just below my belly button.
"All right, I'll try. But no more teasing. You could just compel the answer out of me later." My sigh is watery as Asher finally takes pity on me, his fingers pushing in again—slow but steady.
His mouth lands on my clit, tongue flicking out and swirling with clear purpose.
I don't release my grip on his hair; I'm not giving him a chance to deny me again.
I need to come. No one has ever taken this much time working me up. I've never even had the chance before. And while it's wonderful—and might be fun another night to let Asher tease me to his heart's content—this has felt like one long game of foreplay.
