Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother Chapter 159

His eyes are dark, stormy, locked on mine with an intensity that makes my pulse race, my thighs tighten around his hips.

His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my bare skin under his hoodie, his body pressed down into mine, his breath coming out in hot, ragged pants against my neck.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can feel is him, all around me, on top of me, inside my head, his body so heavy, so solid, so overwhelming.

“I don’t want to go back,” I whisper, my voice shaky, my heart pounding, my whole body on fire. “I want you.”

His eyes flash, his jaw clenching, his fingers tightening on my waist, his body going tense, every muscle coiled like a predator about to strike.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growls, his voice low, rough, dangerous. “You have no idea what I’ll do to you if you let me.”

I shiver, my breath hitching, my pulse slamming into my ears, my whole body trembling.

“Then show me,” I whisper, my nails digging into his shoulders, my hips rolling up into his, my back arching off the bed, pressing my chest into his, my whole body desperate, needy, aching. “Make me understand.”

His eyes darken, his lips pulling back in a slow, wicked smirk, his fingers slipping higher under my hoodie, his thumbs brushing the curves of my ribs, his palms flattening against my sides, his whole body pressing down into mine, pinning me to the mattress.

“Careful, princess,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low and rough and dripping with dangerous intent. “Once I start, I won’t stop.”

I whimper, my thighs tightening around his hips, my hands slipping into his hair, pulling him closer, my nails scraping against his scalp, my breath coming out in quick, desperate gasps.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper, my head falling back, my whole body arching up into his, my mind a blur of heat and need and reckless, overwhelming want.

“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth grazing my throat, his tongue slipping over my pulse, his hands sliding down my sides, grabbing my thighs, pushing them wider, tighter around his hips.

He pulls back, just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling in harsh, ragged pants.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his hands slipping under my hoodie, pushing it up my body, his fingers trailing over my bare skin, my ribs, my waist, my stomach, my hips. “So perfect. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I gasp, my hands slipping into his hair, pulling him down, my lips crashing against his, my tongue sliding against his, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip, my whole body pressing up into his, desperate, needy, aching for more.

He growls into my mouth, his hips grinding down into mine, his hands tightening on my waist, pulling me closer, deeper, harder.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot, his voice low and rough and dripping with dark, dangerous promise. “I’m going to make you forget every other man you’ve ever known, every touch, every kiss, every whisper.”

I whimper, my thighs tightening around his hips, my nails digging into his shoulders, my whole body trembling, my mind a blur of heat and need and reckless, desperate want.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking, my head falling back, my whole body arching up into his, my breath coming out in quick, shaky pants. “Please, Asher.”

His eyes flash, his jaw clenching, his fingers digging into my hips, his whole body going tense, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants.

“Fuck, princess,” he growls, his mouth crashing down on mine, his tongue slipping between my parted lips, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, his hands sliding up my sides, pushing my hoodie up higher, his thumbs brushing the curves of my ribs, his whole body pressing down into mine, heavy, hot, overwhelming.

He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling in harsh, ragged pants.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear, his voice low and rough and dripping with dangerous intent. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every fucking inch.”

I gasp, my hands slipping into his hair, pulling him down, my lips crashing against his, my whole body arching up into his, my mind a blur of heat and need and reckless, overwhelming want.

“Say it,” he growls against my lips, his hips grinding down into mine, his hands tightening on my waist, pulling me closer, deeper, harder. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice shaking, my whole body trembling, my head falling back, my breath coming out in quick, desperate gasps. “I’m yours, Asher.”