The Day He Forgot He Hated Me by Evangeline Marrow 102 Summary
Asher and the narrator share an intense, passionate moment as soon as they enter the bedroom. Asher immediately pulls her close, their kiss filled with hunger and desperation. Their connection deepens as he guides her toward the bathroom, shedding clothes along the way, their laughter and heavy breaths creating an intimate atmosphere. In the shower, their kisses shift from fierce to tender, and the warmth of the water surrounds them as they lose themselves in each other.
Their physical connection intensifies as Asher’s touches become more commanding and urgent. The narrator responds with equal fervor, their passion escalating until they reach a powerful climax together. Even after the shower stops, their desire continues unabated as Asher pulls her to the bed, where their lovemaking grows even more intense and raw. Their mutual need and pleasure culminate in a second shared orgasm, followed by a tender, loving moment where Asher whispers his love for her.
After their passionate encounter, they settle into a quiet, comforting closeness. Asher dresses and joins her in bed, wrapping his arms around her as they watch a movie in peaceful silence. Despite a brief interruption from a phone buzzing, their focus remains on each other, savoring the rare tranquility of the night. The narrator drifts off to sleep feeling safe and content in Asher’s embrace, cherishing the warmth and closeness they share.
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The moment we stepped into the bedroom, Asher hardly gave the door a chance to close before his hands found my waist, pulling me firmly back against him. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was both fierce and desperate, filled with a hunger that sent a thrill rushing through me. His hands, warm and insistent, slid along my sides, tugging at my clothes with a determined urgency that left me barely able to keep my balance. One arm wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me to him as if I might vanish if he let go.
Without breaking the kiss, he began to guide me backward toward the bathroom, peeling away our clothes as we moved. The soft sound of our laughter mingled with our ragged breaths, filling the quiet space with a sense of intimacy and joy. I stumbled a couple of times, letting out light giggles each time I faltered, and he caught me seamlessly, his grin matching the delight in my eyes. By the time we reached the bathroom, the heat between us had completely consumed me. He pulled me close again, pressing me against his chest as he turned on the shower, the warm water splashing down and wrapping us in a steamy embrace.
Stepping into the shower, he pressed me back against the cool wall, his kisses shifting from desperate to tender, making my head spin with the intensity of his touch. His fingers wove through my hair, and a gentle hand cradled the back of my neck, holding me there as if he couldn’t bear to let me go. The pulse of his heartbeat thudded against mine, and the rest of the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the two of us surrounded by the soft hiss of warm water and rising steam.
I clung to Asher’s waist, pulling him closer as I matched the fervor of his kiss, feeling the heat of his body meld with mine. His hands roamed over me, firm and commanding, sending shivers racing down my spine. He broke the kiss briefly, trailing his lips along my neck with a teasing, tender touch that made me shiver. Then, with effortless strength, he spun me around and pressed me face-first against the smooth, cold glass of the shower door. The contrast of the chilled surface against my heated skin made me gasp softly. His lips slid down my back, tracing tantalizing paths as he swept my hair aside, his touch lingering just enough to ignite every nerve ending.
My hands pressed against the slippery shower door, leaving faint prints as the warm water cascaded over us, making every touch electric. From behind, Asher used his legs to part mine, and I felt the unmistakable press of his desire slipping between my thighs. Finding my entrance, he pushed inside me with a quick, relentless motion that took my breath away.
A loud moan escaped me as I gripped the top of the shower door for support. Asher’s movements grew harder and faster, pumping in and out with a fierce rhythm. His lips never left my neck, kissing and nipping as his hands explored every inch of my body. Turning my head, I met his gaze and kissed him again, running my fingers through his hair and tangling them in the soft strands as he pressed his mouth hungrily against mine. The heat between us was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
Suddenly, he pulled free and spun me around roughly, pressing me against the wall once more. This time, he lifted me effortlessly off the ground. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I clung to him as he slid back inside me, thrusting with an urgent, relentless pace that made me gasp and tremble uncontrollably. My nails dug into his shoulders for leverage as he slammed my back against the wall, each movement more intense than the last. I was a trembling, moaning mess, encouraging him with desperate whimpers and gasps. Asher’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and filled with need. Before I could respond, his mouth found mine again, his tongue pushing inside with a demanding dominance that left me weak and breathless. My body melted into his, craving the fierce intensity only he could provide.
I felt myself growing hotter, wetter, every moment heightening the sensation until my orgasm crashed through me like a wave. A scream escaped my lips as my body convulsed, my head falling forward against Asher’s shoulder. My muscles spasmed, the pleasure rolling through me relentlessly. But Asher was far from finished. He continued thrusting inside me, his pace unyielding. Yet, he made sure we reached our climax together before the water finally stopped.
As we stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, shivering slightly from the cool air. Before I could settle, Asher grabbed my arm and pulled me against the vanity with a fierce hunger. His lips found mine again, relentless and demanding, before he pushed me toward the bed, forcing me down on all fours. He stood at the foot of the bed, sliding inside me once more.
I clutched the bedspread tightly as he began pounding into me harder, a low growl escaping him as he reveled in the overwhelming sensation of being inside me.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight for me, baby,” he moaned, his voice rough with desire.
“Yeah. Keep going,” I gasped back, my voice trembling with need.
“Are you going to come again?” he asked, breathless.
“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my head to meet his gaze, making him growl low and deep once more.
It wasn’t long before my second orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and spent as my head fell onto the bed, my hair fanned across the pillows. I felt Asher reach his own release, his hot seed spilling inside me, the warmth of him filling me completely. The closeness made my chest tighten with a strange, perfect ache.
Leaning forward, he kissed the curve of my back slowly and gently, a softness in his touch that contrasted with the fierce urgency from moments before. My skin tingled from the tenderness, a different kind of intimacy that made my heart swell.
He slipped out of me, and I turned onto my back, pulling him down with me. Our arms wrapped around each other as our lips met in a slow, lingering kiss that made everything outside the room fade away.
“I love you,” he whispered against my mouth, his voice raw and tender.
“I love you too. More than anything,” I murmured back, my fingers tracing soft patterns across his back.
“Not more than I love you,” he teased, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes, making my heart leap.
“It’s not a competition,” I laughed softly, shaking my head playfully.
He rose and moved to the wardrobe, rifling through it briefly before tossing me a shirt and panties. Pulling on a pair of shorts himself, he joined me back on the bed. I climbed under the covers as he switched on the TV, wanting to unwind a little. No matter how late it was, moments like this were precious—rare times when we could simply be together without distractions. I missed these quiet nights just as much as he did.
As he slipped in behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close against his chest. The steady beat of his heart pressed against my back, the warmth of his body, made me sigh with contentment. We lay there in comfortable silence, watching the movie, interrupted only by occasional soft chuckles or whispered comments.
His phone buzzed on the bedside table, but he barely glanced at it before turning his attention back to me and the screen.
“Is everything alright?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above the movie’s soundtrack.
“Yeah. Nothing to worry about. Just a pack member being a pain,” he replied with a shrug, though a flicker of irritation crossed his face.
“Fair enough,” I whispered, snuggling closer, letting the safety and warmth of his embrace wash over me.
I fought to stay awake as long as I could, wanting to memorize every detail of this rare, peaceful night. But exhaustion eventually won. My eyes fluttered closed, yet I still felt Asher’s arms holding me, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against my back, the comforting heat of his body pressed close. With a smile lingering on my lips, I drifted into sleep, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind me.
Conclusion
The chapter closes on a tender and intimate note, capturing the depth of Asher and the narrator’s connection beyond the physical. Their passionate moments reveal not only desire but a profound need for closeness and reassurance, a fragile vulnerability wrapped in fierce affection. The shift from urgent intensity to gentle tenderness underscores the complexity of their bond—one that thrives on both fiery passion and quiet comfort.
In the stillness that follows, the warmth of their embrace offers a sanctuary from the outside world’s troubles, hinting at a fragile peace they both crave. As they drift to sleep entwined, the chapter leaves us with a sense of hope and emotional fulfillment, a reminder that love can be both fierce and soothing, a refuge amid the chaos.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the fragile peace that Asher and the narrator have found in each other’s arms. While this tender moment feels like a sanctuary, the subtle tension hinted at by the buzzing phone suggests that outside forces are quietly encroaching on their bubble of intimacy. Readers can expect the delicate balance between their passion and the challenges they face to be tested, stirring emotions that run just beneath the surface.
As the story unfolds, the connection between Asher and the narrator will be explored with even greater intensity, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths that neither of them fully anticipated. The warmth and softness shared tonight may soon contrast sharply with the uncertainties looming ahead, making every whispered word and stolen touch all the more precious. Prepare for a chapter that heightens the emotional stakes, where love and conflict intertwine in ways that will keep hearts racing and minds eager for what comes next.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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