—Sienna’s POV—
The heat coursing through me was blurring my judgement, making me forget that Asher and I weren’t real. Whatever this bond was, it was just a contract.
Yet I couldn’t resist touching him. The hardness of him pressing against my core was almost enough to make me give in — but I knew I’d regret it in the end.
I couldn’t get physical with him again.
Couldn’t let him inside me.
“Asher,” I moaned, half wanting him to keep going, half needing him to notice my hesitation and stop without me having to do it for him.
My hips bucked up against his, the bite at my neck faintly stinging, reminding me why I was feeling the way I was.
He can sense the hesitation, I thought, noticing the way he was looking at me with pause.
I’d already said I was sure, and he knew I wasn’t
