Waking up to see that grin on Asher's face had to be a dream come true. Violet swore her heart was about to burst clean out of her chest from the sheer joy of it.
"Good morning, love," Asher whispered sexily as he gently tucked away a tangled strand of her hair that definitely resembled a bird's nest.
"Good morning, my monster," she murmured, smiling.
She couldn't hold back anymore. Violet leaned up and kissed him, soft at first, until Asher took over. He rolled her onto her back, deepening the kiss with urgency. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she welcomed him eagerly, sucking on it, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.
A guttural sound rumbled from his throat as the kiss turned reckless. His hand found her breast and squeezed, firm and possessive, while her hips rocked against him, desperate for the friction her aching core demanded.
By the time Asher pulled away, Violet was a boneless, gasping mess beneath him.
