: Asher
Once inside, Penny kicks off her boots, the tips of her rais silll and from the cold, the threers a little, then heads straight for the fireplace, paling a l from the stack andl leaning down to spris ile metal i
I watch her, leaning back against the door, my pulse still thrumming from having her legs wrapped around me jet a minute ago. Her scant dings to me that Taint vanilla and almond. It’s in my head now.
She struggles a bit with the best, neatly drops it, then glances back at me meer her shoulder. “Am I doing
I push off the doorframe and walk over, crouching beside her. She’s got the log in the right spot, but I reach in and adjust it just a hit, brushing her wrist as I da.
“Yeah, just like that,” I say, my voice coming out lower than I inteni. “Make sure it’s steady before you light it.”
She nods, sitting back on her heels, looking up hands in it. I let out a show breath instead.
- me. Her hair is a hit wild from the cold air outside, the ends catching the firelight, and I want to fist my
She lights the fire, then stands and brushes her hands off on her leggings. “See? I’m learning.”
I chuckle, stepping back. “Next thing you know, you’ll be chopping wood
She turns to me, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “You think I can’t?”
I cross my arms. “I think you’d struggle to ewn lift the axe.”
She gasps, pretending to be offended, but 1 catch the playful glint in her eye. She’s winding me up.
“You underestimate me, Hayes,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “just because you’re built like a tank doesn’t mean the rest of us are useless.”
A slow grin tugs at my mouth. I step a little closer, looking down at her, letting my shadow fall over her. “Careful, Penny,” I say. “You keep talking like that, you might find out what happens when you push me too far.”
She huffs a little laugh, leaning back against the wall. “Maybe I want to see what happens if I push you too far.”
My pulse spikes. She has no idea.
I let the silence stretch, my eyes dragging slowly from her lips to her throat, down to where her hoodie is hanging off one shoulder.
“You don’t,” I murma, voice dropping to a growl.
She tilts her head, defiant. “Maybe I do.”
That’s it. I sp
Before I can think better of it, I close the gap between us in two long strides, my hands finding her waist. I lift her off the flour, and a surprised gasp escapes her lips as her legs instinctively wrap around my hips.
Islam her back against the wall, making sure I hold her the back of her head so it doesn’t get hurt, the wood groaning under the impact, the sound lost beneath her sharp intake of breath. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I don’t miss the way her thighs tighten around my waist.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, my other hand sliding down to grip her waist, holding her in place, chest to chest, the heat of her body soaking into mine. I can feel every rapid breath she takes, her pulse futtering wildly beneath my palm.
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, cheeks flushed. She looks half terrified, half… something else.
“Now what?” she whispers, breathless, challenging, her lips just inches from mine.
1 lean in, my nose brushing the curve of her jaw, her pulse hammering beneath my mouth. I let my lips ghost over her neck, feeling the shiver that ripples through her. Then grip her thin between my thumb and fingers, tilting her head to the side, exposing the long, graceful line of her throat
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Chapter 142: Asher
I press my mouth to her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin, not hard, but enough to send a shock through her, the tenses around me, bà toth leching d bite down, just a little, and her thighs clench even lighter around my writt,
I pull back, meeting her wild, glassy eyes. “It’s dangerous to be bratty around me, princess.”
She’s trembling, her chest heaving, her lips slightly parted, but she doesn’t look away. If anything, she leans in a hit, her legs still locked around me, her breaths shallow and talk.
I release her wrists, letting my hand slide down her hom, over her waist, before I slowly, carefully set her back down on the ground.
1 take a step back, breathing hard, clenching my fists to keep from grabbing her again, I sit heavily on my bed, dragging a hand through my hair, trying to calm my racing pulse.
She’s still leaning against the wall, hands pressed flat behind her, her eyes dazed, her chest still rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
“That’s what happens,” I say, voice tough, throat tight.
She swallows, het legs still trembling, a small, shaky smile flickering at the corner of her lips.
She has no idea. No idea how much I just held back. If she wasn’t with Tyle… if she wasn’t so innocent… if I didn’t care about her so damn much….I’d have her pinned to that wall all night and I would ve done despicable things to her, Unholy, untamed, despicable things.
But I can‘
So I just sit there, watching her try to catch her breath, my own pulse thundering in my ears, my hands still tingling from the feel of her skin.
And I know I’m in trouble.
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