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Smiling, she watches the scenery whiz past her window. If she only saw what I do. This woman is perfection and mine. When I turn onto the highway, Ava faces me for a second, pondering where we’re going. If she wants to ask, the question never comes. Instead, she squeezes my hand and enlarges her smile.
Thirty minutes pass before we reach our destination.
“Where are we?” Ava darts her eyes between the house in front of us and me.
“Home. I thought we might want to enjoy it first.”
Her mouth gapes as her wide eyes drift to me. “Of course you did. It’s beautiful but so big.”
“Not big enough.”
Grinning, I drive into the fourteen thousand square feet two-story mansion. There are seven bedrooms and almost three acres for the kids to run around on. It has its own dock, pool, hot tub, movie theatre, and a few other fancy things I don’t give a fuck about. It’s a great place to raise children, and it’s far enough from the chaos of the city while still being close to our companies’ headquarters.
“We will grow into it.”
“We? Who is thisweyou speak of?” Ava asks with a giggle.
“How about I show you.”
I pull up to the front of the house and park. Quickly, I get out of the car and race to her side to open her door. With the door open, I hold my hand out for her.
She’s barely out of the car when I pick her up and make a beeline for the front door.
“What are you doing?” she asks, still giggling.
“Taking you home. Tradition states I must carry you over the threshold.”
She drags her teeth over her lower lip. “I’m enjoying this traditional side of you.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
I kiss her while we step inside our new home. I head straight for the living room, where the fire should be roaring. Ava didn’t want a honeymoon because of the kids, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give her one in our home.
In the living room, there’s a bottle of champagne and glasses. I set Ava down but don’t let her speak. When I kiss her, her nails dig into my hair. She’s as desperate as I am. Halfway through our kiss, I flip her over. I loved her wedding dress, but she changed into another for the wedding hall. Now she’s wearing a simple silk dress.
I bring down the zipper, tracing the line of her back with my fingers. Her breathing deepens, and moans escape her. With I have her zipper down, her dress pools at her feet. She turns to face me, and now, it’s her turn to kiss me. As she does, she undoes the buttons of my shirt. I help her by removing my belt and pants. We stand in front of each other, savoring the moment. It doesn’t last because I’m desperate to kiss her.
I’m taken back to the first time I claimed her. My words to her. They couldn’t have been truer. She was mine from the moment I laid eyes on her. If she didn’t know it then, she certainly knows it now.
I guide her to the blanket, lay her down, then continue to kiss her. My kisses travel down her neck, only stopping when I reach her breasts. I take my time, leaving soft bites behind. Her body arches, seeking more.
“Viktor,” she moans.
When I bite her inner thigh, her cries of pleasure fill the living room, but I don’t stop. Instead, I continue with more gusto. I massage her clit with my finger, while I lick her up and down like a paintbrush.
She arches more as her legs try to cage me.
“I’m going to come,” she says.
I continue without faltering. “Let go, baby girl.”
She does so gloriously.
When I kiss her so she can taste her arousal, her eyes fill with fire. I wait for her to catch her breath before positioning her for better access. I flip her onto her stomach, then she gets on her knees. I thrust inside her hard.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I groan.
I grip her hips and thrust harder and harder each time. Ava Manarch is my absolution.
