There’s nothing soft about the way his lips claim mine. His kisses embody who he is down to his core. They’re all consuming, a raging inferno that devours and destroys everything it touches. The way his hand rises to snare my throat claiming everything, even the air I breathe, as his own.

My body ached, throbbing with the desperate need to be filled, to be as close to our mate as humanly possible.

“Asher, you’re killing me. I can’t wait any longer.” I whimpered, lifting my hips until the firmne