The walls felt like they were closing in, but all I could focus on was Asher’s presence—thick and heavy like a drug I couldn’t escape. His hands roamed with a possessiveness that both terrified and thrilled me, each touch branding me deeper into his world.
“I need to feel you,” he murmured, voice rough with need and something darker. “Not just your skin, Ava. Your soul.”
My breath hitched. He sounded like a predator ready to devour, and somehow, I wanted him to.
He pulled me against him, his body hard and commanding, crushing all resistance I thought I had left. The ferocity in his eyes was maddening, a storm of obsession that promised both salvation and destruction.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, a mantra that echoed in my bones. “And I’ll make sure no one ever takes you away.”
I trembl
