Asher’s POV
My heart pounded in my chest as I fought to rein in my raging desires. I had told myself I wasn’t going to touch Ivy- not yet, at least. I didn’t want to rush things; I wanted everything to happen at her own pace. I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. Yet, she had forced my hand. She pulled on my last thread of restraint when she was on the phone with her ex, that bastard. I barely knew the guy, but I already wanted to punch his face in. He was infuriating, to say the least. I felt the rage course through me when he talked about fucking…
I couldn’t even finish the thought. So here I was, worshipping her body with kisses, telling her she was mine, which was completely bonkers because she wasn’t. But I wanted it to be true so badly. I figured if I said it enough, I’d start believing it myself.
My gaze darkened as blood rushed south. “Never ever forget that you’re mine and mine alone.” There was no denying the seriousness in my voice. I said it, I believed it, and I meant it.
I inched closer, my nose just inches away from her center. I almost lost it when I caught a faint whiff of her arousal and saw the wet blotch on her red panties. I swallowed hard. The thought of her being dripping wet did my head in. I wanted nothing more than to take her right there in the open. The primal urge to claim her outside, under the bright sky, made it all the more appealing— as if she were truly mine.
Still, I had to hold back and push those thoughts far away. For now, I would have to settle for kissing her. I leaned closer and pressed my lips between her legs, my eyes locked on hers the whole time. It sent a signal to my cock, and it sprang to life. Her face contorted as she tried to suppress her moans, but I couldn’t have that. She could play her tough girl act any other time, but not when I was touching her. I traced the outline of her swollen pussy. She shuddered and let out a moan, soft but so damn cute, and it made me harder.
I pulled away with a playful smirk,on my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was to tease her or because I didn’t trust myself anymore. I caught a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a frown. My defiant princess.
It was like my pulling away had triggered all the alarms in her head. She snapped her legs shut and scooted back, glancing at the bulge in my pants. “Asher!” Her voice lacked its usual strength.
I made a whole show of licking my lips as I watched her. “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Ivy. You enjoyed it as much as I did- probably even more.” I looked between her legs, but she pressed them together tighter.
“I think it’s a little late for modesty, don’t you? I mean, I had my tongue tracing a pattern. I’ve memorized it. I could make a freehand sketch of your pu-”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. “Don’t say the word!”
I feigned ignorance. “What word? Pussy? You don’t want me to say that I tongued your—”
“What is wrong with you?” she asked.
I shrugged and stood up. “Nothing.”
She sighed in exasperation. “Asher…” It sounded more like a moan.
I swallowed and leaned closer. “Here’s the deal, Ivy. We’re married…”
She opened her mouth to say something, but I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear or see anything about your stupid ex-
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8:29 pm DDXX.
Chapter 25
“Max-”
“His name could be ‘Stupid Fool‘ for all I care,” I cut in.
“The point is, I don’t want him anywhere near my wife.”
“Ash-”
“Shh.” I placed a finger over her lips and slowly dragged it down, flicking her lower lip. “If you try to interrupt me again, I’m going to kiss you, and this time, I won’t stop at just kisses. I’ll rip your panties off and f*ck you right here, out in the open.” I didn’t even realize when I said it out loud. It was supposed to stay in my head, only in my head.
She froze, her eyes shining as she studied me, probably trying to figure out if I was joking or not. I think she realized I wasn’t because she didn’t say a word after that.
“I don’t want you anywhere near your ex. Block his number, his socials. Block him everywhere. I want you to do it now. I don’t want you in contact with him on this trip or anywhere else. Am I clear?”
She didn’t respond.
I gently gripped her chin, and she nodded.
“Good. Now that we’re absolutely clear on that, you look smoking hot in a red bikini. I want you to wear it all the time…”
**
Things got a lot better between Ivy and me during our honeymoon. It was like I had broken the ice wall that stood between us. She was much more receptive to my kisses. She slept facing me, and our meals together were more chatty and fun. I was getting used to her. I was really getting to know her, and she was endearing herself to me.
I was deep in thought when she approached me, a wide smile on her face. “Hello, Asher…”
I turned to glance at her. She was wearing a wide–brimmed hat and a long flowery dress that billowed in the breeze. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”
Amusement flickered in her eyes before her cheeks turned rosy.
I chuckled, a small smirk playing on my lips. “You’re so naughty, Ivy. So naughty.”
“I didn’t say anything,” she laughed. It was the most beautiful sound. I wanted to commit it to memory and replay it over and over.
“Yeah, you didn’t. But your face did all the talking.” I extended my hand to her. “Shall we?”
It was the last day of our trip, and I had planned a boat ride. As we got to the boat, I watched as her eyes lit up with excitement. “We’re really going on a boat ride?”
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