In Your Clutches

Part 36: Drunk In Lust

|⚠️WARNING! MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.⚠️|

AMELIA

In a flash, he turned me around so that he was now pressed against my back, placing hot kisses down my neck and across my exposed back. The sleeves of my dress offered a little protection and he easily pulled them down, the top of the dress pooling around my waist. His arms went around the small of my waist and reached towards the upward direction, his face buried in my neck, inhaling.

"Oh, woman," he whispered. "You always make me want more and more of you." His words were like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flamed. I shuddered in his arms, speechless. Playing house with Asher Salvatore was incomparable to any other feeling in the world, and I fed off his energy, going crazy with both love and the insane urge to own every part of him too.

Lust.

I didn't stop him from anything because the truth was, I didn't want him to. I wanted him to touch in ways I'd never been touched. Because even though I was drunk, all this somehow felt right. Maybe this was the place which was ours to create new memories, ours to build, and ours to finally escape any lingering demons of the past. Just maybe. And I was all for that because it didn't feel wrong. It never did with Asher.

He held his hand out to me, his eyes were bright, fervent... excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulled me up and into his arms so I could feel the length of his body against mine, and this swift action took me by surprise. He ran his fingers around the nape of my neck, winded my surprisingly high ponytail around his wrist, and gently pulled me so I was kind of forced to look up at him.

Looking up, I found him gazing down at me. I noticed he murmured some incoherent words against my mouth, and carefully, tugged at my lip with his teeth. I moaned, and he smiled. He leaned down and kissed my lips roughly, sucking hard at my lower lip.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispered huskily.

"Yes."

"You terrify me, Amelia."

"Likewise."

"But that's the very reason that I just know."

"Know what?"

"That this could be the real thing."

The real thing.

"I need to learn to stop worrying about tomorrow, just enjoy today," I managed to whisper.

Asher brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. "No one knows what's going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know."

When he pressed his lips into mine, it felt different from any of the other times he'd kissed me, more passionate, almost desperate. It felt like he was releasing all of the pent up tension in his body into me. What started off slow and sensual soon turned wild and frenzied. No longer able to control the need for him, I made a conscious decision to let go of all of my insecurities, even if just for this moment in time. Here with him, I felt safe. That was all that mattered.

I could make out his triumphant smile as he released me and took my hand. I was quaking like a leaf.

This was it.

After all this time, I was going to do it, with none other than Asher Salvatore.

My Husband.

He was dressed in a white linen shirt and the pastel blue suit, I'd got for him, and I must say he looked heart-stoppingly handsome. His dark hair was a mess, his shirt which was properly tucked before, now hung out-his grey eyes bold and dazzling. He lifted me and placed me on the edge of the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Drunk me was enjoying this a lot.