Asher placed me on the bed, climbing on top of me. Our lips meet once again, some of the pain eased away. it was still there, but it was almost hardly noticeable.
My shirt was ripped off of me... this is why I have so many clothes! It's his fault. Asher through the shredded cute top to the floor... I almost whimpered at the sight of my shirt ripped.
He depends the kiss, his tongue swipe my lip asking for entrance, which I give him.
He smirked in the kiss, and proceeded to kiss me.
Aggravated about all of Asher's clothes still on him; I greedily ripped Asher's shirt off, breaking the kiss just so I could laugh.
Asher glared at me before slipping my shorts and underwear off. I gasped as I was only in my bra, but that soon followed the rest of my clothing.
I growled back, fiddling with
