Emma

Leaning forward, I savor the anticipation that hangs in the air as I brush my lips over the corner of Asher's mouth, relishing the way he responds with a low, sexy groan that sends a heat of pleasure over my body.

I smile and reach between us, cupping his erection, feeling its hardness beneath my touch.

His eyes close in pleasure.  

"Em..." His voice is a husky whisper, his breath hitching with desire.

I tease him with a playful smile, pulling back slightly so I can meet his gaze. His eyes, filled with longing and anticipation, meet mine with a silent plea.

"Yeah?" I whisper back, my voice barely audible in the charged atmosphere between us.

"Kiss me," he murmurs, his lips parted in invitation.

Biting my lower lip to hide another smile, I let my fingers trace the contours of his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my touch. With deliberate slowness, I stroke his length in long, leisurely pulls, relishing the way he responds with a deep intake of breath.

"So bossy..." I murmur teasingly, a playful glint in my eyes as I enjoy his reaction.

He shakes his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he strokes his tongue slowly over his bottom lip. "You're enjoying this," he says, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and lust.

I smile innocently, feigning ignorance. "Enjoying what?" I ask, knowing full well the effect I'm having on him.

Instead of answering, he takes control, grabbing my hand and guiding it behind my back. In one smooth motion, his good hand cups my ass, urging me closer against his arousal. I can feel the heat and hardness of him through the lace of my panties, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"Ash..." I moan softly, my body instinctively responding to his touch as I roll my hips against him, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"Kiss me," Asher repeats himself, daring me with his eyes.

I shake my head, brushing a trail of kisses along his cheek, down his jawline, and then tracing a path down his neck. Each kiss elicits a groan of pleasure from him, making my sex ache with need.

But I want to make this moment last.

I never want it to end.

I've missed him so much. So much. I've ached for his touch, for his smiles, and for his presence. I've never loved another man. No one has ever made me feel like this. Hopeless. Needy. Loved.

The mere thought he could've died sends me to a dark I hope I never have to go again.

"Em..." he murmurs. "You're torturing a wounded man."

A heartfelt burst of laughter leaves my lips, and I pull away to look at him. "Is that so?"

"That so." He nods, leaning down to play a soft kiss on my collarbone.

I let out a playful sigh, leaning into his touch as his hand trails down to my lower belly and then teasingly to my clit. "Oh, I wouldn't want to be accused of that," I say, my voice dripping with mock innocence.

Asher chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver of delight through me. "You know exactly what you're doing to me," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of longing and amusement.

I grin mischievously, enjoying the banter as much as the intimacy. "Maybe I do," I admit with a wink, my fingers tracing light patterns on his chest.

He leans closer, his lips hovering just above mine. "You're irresistible," he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.

"And you're dangerously tempting," I say, my heart fluttering at his words.

Asher's gaze darkens with lust, his fingers trailing sensually along my skin. "Tell me what you want, Emma," he whispers, his voice husky with need.

With a flirting glint in my eyes, I lean closer to Asher, our lips almost touching. "I want you.... to kiss me," I say, my voice a soft plea filled with longing.

He doesn't hesitate, closing the distance between us as his lips meet mine in a tender yet passionate kiss. It's a dance of lips and tongues, a symphony of shared desire and affection that transcends words.

Our mouths move together in a rhythm as old as time, each touch and caress a testament to the depth of our connection. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as the intensity of our desire grows with each passing moment.

His hand roams my body, igniting sparks of pleasure along every inch of my skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as I lose myself in the euphoria of our intimacy.

I thread my fingers through his hair, relishing the silky texture as I pull him closer, deepening the kiss. The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of desire and familiarity that I can't get enough of.

As our kiss deepens, his hand begins to explore, trailing along my back in gentle caresses that send shivers down my spine. I press my body closer to his, feeling the heat of his skin against mine, igniting a primal need within me.

"I want you," I murmur over his lips as I align his erection with the opening of my sex. "Now, Ash."

"Take it slow, Em," he says gruffly. "I don't want to hurt you."

Goosebumps spread over my skin as I start lowering over him, taking a moment to rub the head of his cock back and forth between the lips of my sex. "You feel so good."

With a groan, Asher cups my cheek, his hips lifting slightly, pushing slowly into the entrance of my body. "Fuck."

"Ash..."

"So fucking perfect..." he murmurs, his eyelids growing heavy as I sink into him, taking every thick inch inside me. 

Making sure his eyes are locked with mine, he lifts me slightly with his good hand, until just the crown of his cock is inside me. Then he lowers me again, making me take more.

"God..." I whisper, pushing up, then sliding back down. Over and over. Working him deeper each time, until my butt is sitting atop his thighs. He's so thick and long, I whimper softly as he throbs inside me.

Tilting his head, he brushes the hair out of my face and kisses me until I can think straight.

Until I'm consumed with him.

Fisting his hair, I allow my body to move in cadence with him. It's hot and hard. It's deep and dirty. It's slow and sweet. It's perfect. It's us. 

The feel of his cock moving inside me. The low, erotic grumble in his chest. The sheen sweat of his chest. The way his abs clenched when I drop down and his cock pushes deep. I just can't get enough.

Together, we get lost in each other bodies—reconnecting and healing in a way that is hard to put into words.

I never thought we'd see each other again, let alone get married and build a family together. But here are. And I couldn't be more grateful for life's mysterious ways.

"You feel so fucking good, baby." Asher puts the pad of his thumbs to his lips and runs his tongue across it in a slow, sensual lick, his eyes never leaving my face. Reaching between us, he rubs my clit in hard, quick circles until I'm gasping with pleasure. 

"I'm going to come..." I mumble, my sex milking his cock in euphoric ripples as my orgasm starts to build.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Asher murmurs over my lips. "You're so beautiful. So Perfect. You feel so good."

Whispers of love and desire fill the air, mingling with our heavy breaths. I can feel Asher's love for me in every touch, every caress. 

"Ash!" I cry out, coming in long waves of pleasure.

Throwing his head back, he gasps my name and comes inside me. He spurts hotly, groaning, his hip still thrusting as if he couldn't stop.

Waves of pure bliss wash over us, crashing with intensity, and leaving us feeling both breathless. We hold each other tightly, basking in the afterglow of our intimate connection.

With a soft sigh, we lay entwined, our bodies still humming with the echoes of our love. 

I don't know how long we just stay like this entwined in a cocoon of warmth and love, but the world outside world seems to melt away, leaving just the two of us in our intimate bubble.

My head rests against Asher's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, a soothing lullaby that reassures me of our shared presence.

A soft rumble interrupts our quiet moment, and I can't help but giggle as my stomach protests its empty state.

Asher's chuckle vibrates through me, and he leans down to press a tender kiss to the tip of my nose. "Looks like someone's hungry," he teases, his eyes twinkling with affection.

"Guilty as charged," I admit with a playful grin, feeling a surge of warmth at his loving gaze.

His eyes then drop to my lower belly and I see the exact moment he's invaded with a wave of emotions.

"Ash?" I cup his face, and he brings his eyes to me.

"I'm the happiest man in the world, Em." He smiles, his eyes sparkling. "We're having a baby."

"We are." I press my hands to my lower belly and he mimics my gesture.

"I promise you I'll always keep you two safe," he says. "No one will ever threaten our happiness again."

 I close my eyes, pulling him into a hug.

Of all the monsters of my past, there is one I'm not sure we'll ever be free of.

My father. 

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A/N: Her father... Damn!

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