Asher’s P.o.v.
I lay there next to Dom, my chest heaving, muscles trembling, struggling to catch my breath. Every nerve in my body still pulsed with the aftershocks of what had just happened. His breathing was just as ragged as mine, and for a moment, we both laid in silence, letting the air between us settle.
“f**k… that was fantastic,” I managed to whisper, a lazy smile tugging at my lips as I stared at the ceiling.
“Mmm, I couldn’t agree more, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek before standing and carefully removing the condom, tying it, and tossing it into the trash. He goes to the bathroom - presumably to clean up a bit. After a minute, he came back, flopping onto his pillow and pulling the blanket up over both of us. His arm found its way around my waist, anchoring me
