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“I can get rid of the shit.”
Her eyebrows lift, but soon lower into a scowl.
“Unravel your knickers, lady,” I say. “I wouldn’t get rid of anything in this apartment.” I land her with a forceful kiss. “And you’re in this apartment.”
She’s mine again, meeting my hard tongue lashes stroke for stroke, her hands shooting to my shoulders and clinging harshly. And she didn’t contest my claim, instead eating me alive, her mouth working fast and hard. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve never needed anything so much in my life. And now I know beyond all doubt that she wants me too.
Game over.
Lifting her from the counter, I yank her knickers down her legs, my gentle approach fast disappearing. I cast them aside and ease her back down, making quick work of removing her shoes and mentally thanking her for taking the initiative to start on my clothes. Her awestruck face doesn’t escape my notice, and neither does her flinch when she spots my scar.Fuck.I don’t need her prying into the whys and wherefores of that. She’s just staring at it, but, thankfully before I’m forced to distract her from it, she rips her eyes away, curious eyes, and screws my shirt up, tossing it to the side.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” she says casually, making me smirk.
Relief washes over me, but I know there are things she’s going to have to know. Eventually. But now?
Leaning forward, I home in on her lips again and moan when I feel her hands working my trousers, but soon pull away on a surprised furrow of my brow when she yanks my belt free and the bathroom is filled with a sharp thrash of leather.
I’m trying to hide the shock. “Are you going to whip me?”
“No,” she replies slowly, before discarding the belt, her uncertainty reassuring. But then I’m seized by the waistband of my trousers and hauled forward. “Of course, if you want me to...”
I fight a smile. She’s playing with me. God, she has no fucking idea. “I’ll bear that in mind.”Never.
Her eyes burn as she unfastens me and mine clench shut when I feel her small palm skim across my throbbing cock. Oh sweet Jesus, I’m twitching uncontrollably, sending a silent prayer to the ceiling to maintain my control, struggling further when I feel the unmistakable heat of her tongue licking up the center of my chest.
“Ava, you should know that once I’ve had you,” I murmur drowsily, “you’re mine.”
“Hmm,” she hums, licking my nipple and pushing my boxers down my thighs, finally freeing my painfully stiff cock.
She gasps, but I waste no time removing my remaining clothes, as equally rapt by the nakedness before me as she is. I didn’t think my pulse could race any faster... until she reaches forward and rolls her thumb over the head of my dick.
“Shit, Ava.” I take her hips to steady myself, and she gasps. “Ticklish?”
“Just there,” she blurts, tensing in my hold.
“I’ll remember that.” I smash my lips back to hers, my body tingling, my hips thrusting when she starts stroking me. It’s becoming urgent, and when she inhales sharply, I clamp down on her lip. “You ready?” I gasp, my cock set to explode. I should wonder if my lack of action for eight days straight is contributing to my urgency, but I know it’s simply the anticipation of her.
Her nod fires me into action, and I bat her hand away, grab her under her arse, and pull her up and forward, straight onto my waiting dick.
She cries out.
And I nearlypassout with the instant pleasure.Oh, my fucking God.
“Okay?” I wheeze, my eyes crossing. “Are you okay?” Fucking hell, I can feel every tiny bit of her around me, every pulse, every twinge, every spasm.
Pleasure with no alcohol.
Pleasure with no darkness.
Pleasure with complete alertness.
Pleasure with someone I’m utterly enchanted by.
It’s new. It’s amazing.
“Two seconds,” she breathes. “I need a few seconds.” Her legs circle my waist, and I swing her around, pushing her against the wall, my forehead dropping to hers as I give her the time she needs to adjust. I’m sweating, panting, as I ease out of her gently. Then I plunge forward, controlled and carefully, giving her time and space to accept me.
“Can you take more?” I fight the words through my breathing, and her breasts push into my chest, a silent message, but I need the words. This isn’t going to be slow. “Ava, tell me you’re ready.”
