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With her body trembling beneath me, I lower myself over her, bracing on my forearms. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.”
“Yeah?” she pants.
“Yeah, and I’m going to fill you up until you can’t take any more. Until there’s no part of you I haven’t marked as mine.”
“Yours.” Ava lifts her arms over her head, finding my hands, as she pushes hers beneath them until our fingers are laced together.
“Mine.”
She nods frantically, her heels pressing to my ass as I fuck her without pause, driving into her until she’s gasping for her release and the need isn’t physical anymore. Her nails are clawing at the back of my hands, and she’s kissing and holding on like she wants me inside all the places no one’s been, the ones where you can’t be erased from, not even in death.
And when I think I can’t get any deeper, any more inside her if I tried, she shatters beneath me. Her body pulls me in until I bottom out, and my hot cum spurts inside her tight cunt. We’re both a sweaty, breathless, clenching and pulsing and throbbing mess.
Her hold doesn’t lax on my hands as she gasps into my chest in between kisses and soft bites. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God…”
When she stills beneath me, her body soft and her breaths a low murmur, I roll onto my side, tucking her into my chest as I tell her, “All mine.”
Chapter 18
Ava
I’m getting too used to these late nights and Damon’s warm bed. I hate leaving him, especially when it’s obvious he’s frustrated. Which in Damon-land means he’s pissed. But I did things wrong with Marsh; I let him blind me, and in the end it was meaningless.
“I should go,” I sigh, disappointment tightening my chest as his trailing fingers over my naked body halt and his hand drops to the mattress, between us. “Damon…”
“What?” Rolling onto his back, he tucks his hands under his head. His body coils tight with everything he’s holding in, which for him is hard work.
I hate that I’m the one causing him grief, because of everything with the lawsuit and how he’s handled it all so coolly—maybe I am being unreasonable. But I don’t want to be let down again. Damon has the potential to obliterate me, and I can’t lose sight of that.
Straddling his hips, I trace the grooves of his chest, enjoying the way the muscles flex beneath my touch.
“My clothes are at my apartment.” I peer up at him. “And I have a meeting with Lacie tomorrow about Warner. I know she’s going to be difficult and grill me about every little thing, and I need to be prepared because she’s tricky. And if she knew about us, it would be another thing for her to hold against me and to get in the way of things. You want Warner, don’t you?”
Damon nods almost unnoticeably and without warning flips me onto my back. His arms braced on either side of my head as his hips settle between my thighs.
He doesn’t answer the question, but it’s why he wanted me in the first place. Because my friendship with Lacie should’ve made Warner a sure thing. And I don’t want to disappoint him.
Skimming the side of my face with the tip of his nose, he asks, “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” I grin back at him because I know what follows this question, and it always makes my heart swell.
“And why are you mine, Ava?”
“Because,” I reply in lieu of telling him that I’m his because…well, because.
He skims the other side of my face, his nose rounding my brow before stroking down the bridge of mine. “Because?”
God, there’s so much in his eyes right now that my heart races at all the possibilities.
“Just because.”
The corner of his mouth tips up wonkily, and I hold on to his strong arms as he kisses me. And every one of his kisses is better than the last, better than anything I’ve ever had.
“You better bring Warner in stat,” he quips when he pulls away, his hand brushing down my side to my thigh. He hooks it over his hip, and with a teasing scowl he tickles me right behind the knee. I don’t even know how he found that out, but it’s become his thing now, and in spite of hating it, I love it too.
“Stop it!”
“Are you going to bring Warner in?” He continues his playful torture.
