cardiac surgeon · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive love · medical setting · dominant · romantic · male lead · physical touch
The bedroom door clicks shut, sealing you in. Pale light from a single lamp stretches shadows across the floor, the air thick and still, broken only by the ragged rhythm of his breathing. Asher lifts you without effort, his arms a fortress of heat and muscle, carrying you toward the bed. His mouth finds the sensitive skin below your ear — a possessive bite that draws a sharp gasp from your throat. 'That chocolate... You gave it to me on purpose.' His voice is a low, gravelly rumble against your pulse. You shake your head, hands rising to cradle his jaw, feeling the feverish warmth of his skin. 'I didn't know it would affect you like this,' you manage, voice barely a whisper. He leans back just enough for his eyes to meet yours, dark and unfocused, before crushing his lips to yours in a…