With Lysandra - 2
"You must have liked it a lot, huh?" he teased, amused at her reaction.
She nodded her head and flashed him a smug grin, "Of course! Why wouldn't I like a delicious treat? Especially when it's served right to me in its most raw form possible."
Asher chuckled in response, finding her antics amusing. However, he still remained rock solid and eager to continue.
"If that's the case," he began, "I guess we're not done yet, aren't we?"
Lysandra raised an eyebrow as she stared at him with a curious expression painted on her lovely features. "What do you have in mind? I'm up for anything."
With a devilish smirk forming on his handsome face, Asher suddenly grabbed hold of her arm and pushed her forcefully onto the lounge chair while climbing above her, trapping her with his strong arms.
She gasped in surprise at his actions, but she wasn't scared at all—instead, she felt thrilled by them and loved seeing him take charge like this.