Ruthless Heir (Ruthless Billionaires #5)

Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Harper

The searing-hot kiss Asher gives me breathes life into my tired soul, filling me with his taste, his desire, his lust.

Nothing has ever felt like this moment. Not even when he kissed me weeks ago. This feels like swimming in uncharted waters fueled with passion and delirious pleasure.

My entire body throbs from head to toe but there’s an ache deep in my core that craves him. Craves more of him. Everything he could ever give me and more.

My hands roam his chest, clutching the sinew of corded muscles beneath his shirt. Touching him like this—the way I’ve always wanted to—feels like pure magic.

Asher pushes me against the wall of the elevator car and deepens the kiss.

Then he presses his hard body into me, allowing me to feel his massive erection digging into my belly.

Knowing I made him so hard sends thrills over my body and the need in my pussy grows for him, yearning for his touch.

As if he knows, he reaches through the split in my dress and cups my sex.

Arching my back, I mold myself against his hand, grinding shamelessly.

“ Fuck , Harper. You’re soaking wet,” he growls in a deep, raw voice I’ve never heard before, then pushes his fingers into my pussy.

“ Oh God ,” I moan as he strokes my pussy lips and pumps in and out of my passage.

He curls a finger around my clit and squeezes, then pumps harder, pushing deeper into me.

I can’t believe this is us.

I can’t believe what he said—that he wants me.

This might be another fluke of passion, but I’m taking it. I’m seizing it by the horns and claiming it because, damn it, I want him, too. I never stopped.

“Asher…”

“Just feel me.”

I do. And just like that, I lose myself. I savor every thrust of his fingers, my body bowing in order to devour every pulse of pleasure that races through me.

He parts my legs and crouches so he can nuzzle his face between my thighs, then he thrusts his tongue into my pussy. He’s barely in when a gush of wetness bursts from me and I come in his mouth, moaning out loud.

Grabbing my hips, Asher gazes up at me with wild fascination and continues licking and lapping my pussy as I come undone in his arms.

When he’s licked me clean I expect him to stop but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes to his feet and returns to my lips, pulling me back to him and devouring my mouth like he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I taste my arousal on his lips and his tongue. It sends more heat pulsing through me. Then he rolls up my dress to my hips and his warm fingers run across my bare skin, charging every nerve in my body with electricity.

I press into his erection, noting that he feels bigger than before. My simple contact makes him groan deep in his chest. The sound sends a flutter through my heart and I marvel that I made him groan.

Asher pushes me harder into the wall as his kiss becomes consuming, sending shivers of fire racing throughout my body.

God, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. I’ve dreamt of this moment so often I can’t believe it’s really happening. My brain hasn’t even fully processed it yet.

His touch becomes rough and then we’re tearing at each other’s clothes while we kiss like we’re starving.

Asher shoves the top of my dress down my body, exposing my breasts to the air, and I push his jacket off and undo the buttons on his shirt.

When his shirt lies open I barely get the chance to run my hands down his chest and trace the definition in his hard muscles before he latches on to one of my rigid nipples and sucks it greedily into his mouth.

He sinks his teeth into the swell of my breast, taking as much of the flesh into his mouth as he can. I groan, relishing the waves of pleasure surging through my body.

He moves to my other breast, doing the same thing. Then he yanks my dress down my hips and legs and rolls down my panties. Seconds later I’m naked.

Asher stares at my naked body with wild, mesmerized eyes.

The thought suddenly hits me that we’re in the elevator—and I’m naked—but at this point I’m beyond caring. My body is aching with desire and the emptiness of wanting him all these years.

The tension inside me rises, making me mindless to everything but him. All I want to do is be with him in this moment and seal it away in my heart forever.

Seeing him looking at me like that fills me with an emotion I’ve never felt before. It feels like desire and contentment and euphoria rolled into one.

I realize this is the first time in my life that I’ve truly felt wanted. Wanted for being me and everything that makes me, me. My scars, my flaws, my imperfections.

Asher is looking at me as if he wants to take it all.

His lids become heavy when his gaze drifts back to the puckered nipples of my breasts.

He returns to take another mouthful, then kisses his way down my body, tasting me as he goes along. When he reaches my toes he stands again and rips open his fly then pushes his pants down his hips. My eyes snap wide as his cock juts free, long, massive and hard.

He reaches for me again, cupping my face. “I need to be inside you now. And I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.” His voice comes out low and ragged.

Pulling me close again, he lifts my leg and hooks it around his waist. Then he takes his cock and rubs his straining erection back and forth along the slit of my pussy, making me even wetter.

A needy moan slips past my lips, husky with undiluted desire.

Holding my gaze, Asher pushes into me and I gasp from the feeling of his length filling me.

He shoves deeper inside, stretching me until pain invades the haze of pleasure. He pulls out, then he’s back inside me again, but this time he buries himself deeper and I feel nothing but intense pleasure.

The penetration is so powerful we both shudder and groan at the same time.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, tightening his grip on my hips.

“Asher…”

“Stay with me.”

I know I’m tight. It’s been a while since I had sex—and I don’t want to think about last time, or Nick, right now.

I just want Asher in my head. He seems to know exactly what to do with my body. He moves inside me slowly, then as my walls stretch to take his huge, hard cock, he speeds up, moving faster and faster.

Then it’s like whatever restraint held him back all these years unleashes with a vengeance and he owns my body with his savage pounding.

He starts fucking me, deep and hard, and I dig my fingernails into his back to hold on as he drives into me over and over.

I climax again, my entire body straining.

Pressure explodes in my ears and my heart as he hammers into me, pushing me closer to another ravaging orgasm. The intensity turns me inside out, sending tremors of shock rippling across my flesh. It robs me of air.

I arch back and clutch at his shoulders, opening my mouth to scream but the intensity of his relentless pounding kills the sound in my throat.

His strong arms crush me to his powerful chest as wave after luscious wave of pleasure courses through me.

Then he pulls out and flips me around so that I’m facing the wall. I just about manage to catch my breath before he plunges back into me and pounds into me from behind.

This position amplifies the pleasure rippling through my body. I come again, shuddering and moaning.

Asher speeds up again and I feel his cock harden inside me. I see stars speckling before me and my head feels light.

We stay like this for another spellbinding pocket of time where I soak up his desire for me before he growls out his own release.

I come again and we share the insatiable climax.

God … I’m on fire. My skin feels like it’s going to combust and burn right off my body.

I’ve never experienced anyone or anything like Asher Le Blanche.

He slips an arm around my waist and presses his chest to my back. His touch brings my awareness back and it hits me that we just had sex.

Us —him, the man who was always forbidden, and me.

I chance looking over my shoulder at him, hoping beyond hope that he’ll still look like he wants me.

The lust-filled fire surrounding his blue gaze tells me he does. He catches my face and pulls me back for a kiss—further confirmation.

“I’ve always wanted you, Harper,” he breathes into my hair. His words tell me that he knows what I’m thinking.

“Have you?” I whisper.

“Always. Fucking always, so please… promise me you’ll never get over me.”

His words sink into my soul and my heart swells with every dream I’ve ever had of this man. “I promise.”

A smile tips the corners of his sensual mouth. “Let’s go home. I need you in my bed.”