Asher Angel Shirtless Novels & Stories

I tilted my head back, giving him full access to everything he wanted. A soft, needy moan slipped out of me as I rolled my hips forward, rubbing my aching core against his hardness. His fingers found the zipper on my dress and yanked it down. I shrugged the fabric off quickly, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air hit my skin as I sat on him in just my black lace bra and panties. Asher’s eyes darkened, drinking in every inch of me. His hands reached behind me, unclasping my bra with one smooth motion. The moment my breasts spilled free, his body froze. I knew what he had seen — the bruises from Azriel’s torture on my nipples.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss on my lips. His lips were soft and enticing. His other hands slid from my waist down to my ass. I responded to his kisses and pulled off the buttons if his shirt. *What the hell do you think you are doing Ashley? I just came back and here you are tempting me. Oh geez! Just at those strong abs!" A voice redounded in my head, causing a slight pain in my head. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed Lance away lightly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I said to Lance and turned around to leave only to realize that my gown's zip was already open.

Each droplet trickled down his skin like a warm, cleansing rain, washing away the unsettling remnants of his dreams, blurring the sharp edges of the night’s horrors until they softened into nothingness. Afterwards, he dressed with meticulous care in a dark charcoal suit that hugged his frame perfectly, the crisp white shirt within providing a striking contrast, like a beacon amidst the gloom. He opted to forgo a tie, embracing a look that radiated authority without veering into pretentiousness. On any other day, he would stride into a room with the air of a sovereign in command yet today felt different—today was about something deeper than mere ownership.

Lightening stroke across the dark grey skies that stood in sight from the circular window at the sound of his voice. His mood suddenly snapped from powerful to corky as he moved away from her, releasing his prey. He stared at her from the side, "Take it off!" He ordered. "Take what off?" she answered grimly taking a step back. Just out of precaution. "That ugly shirt..." the evil angel pinched the bridge of his nose, scrunching it up at the same time. "...I need to see your tattoos in full and plus it's making me feel almost bad for all those who have had to not see what hides beneath them. So take it off."

Thinking that he had mistaken his heartbeat for a sound, he continued down. But this time, it was a shadow behind him that caught his attention. He stopped and turned around, expecting to see Lambert or one of his witches, but it was neither of them. Asher stood there, her red hair flowing wildly around her shoulders in long tangly curls, her lips curled in a seductive smile. She was dressed in a very thin silky material, something that could pass as a nightgown, except this one was particularly too short, even shorter than the one Laurel had worn, revealing all the wrong things in the wrong places.

I stepped outside the house pulling the door close behind me. He stepped out running a hand through his dark brown hair. My body relaxed. Asher looked... Sexy, a white T shirt clung to his perfect abs. Dark ripped jeans hung on his hips. His tan topped everything off. I bit my lip as I checked my mate out. Asher laughed then held his arms out. I didn't even think about what I was doing before I ran into his arms. They wrapped around me crushing me to his toned chest."Angel, I'm so sorry." He mumbled into my hair kissing the top of my head."I'm not mad...

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Aster had already ended the call before he could answer him back. Asher groaned in frustration before he put his phone inside his duffel bag and made sure that he had already packed the things he would need for practice later. Asher quickly undressed and hastily threw his clothes into the laundry basket before pulling a clean shirt from his shared closet with Aster. While closing the buttons of his shirt, Asher saw the words imprinted on his skin under his collarbones. Mi Girasol

Asher was shirtless. I blinked three times to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but he was there, sitting on the bed shirtless with the most impressive and sexy male body I'd ever laid my eyes on.

My knees almost buckle beneath me at the sound of my Angel's powerful voice. "The fuck are you, bitch?!" Angel's impostor screeches in fury, finally stepping away. But I did not even notice her, all I see is my queen. She stands next to Ash, her long silver hair is even longer than earlier, she is wearing black leather pants, tucked into boots, but it is her shirt that catches my attention. It is mine. She is wearing my shirt. I feel my eyes water as the memories of our time together flow through my mind.