Chapter

Fifty Six

Asher

Slick arousal dripped down my thighs at the one word that fell from Devon’s mouth.

“Present,” he said, voice harder and tinged with impatience that he’d had to repeat himself.

I got on my hands and knees, pushing my hips back and up so my wet folds were on display for him. I needed him now. Everything was swollen and aching, my clit throbbing painfully, my womb cramping. But he could fix it. He could take the pain away.

I whimpered, wondering what he was still doing standing in the doorway. His eyes were locked on my pussy as he undressed at a maddeningly slow pace....