Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Ava says. “That’s us.”
Us. Husband and wife. Possessive husband and wife.
“Maintenance called to say your new front door has arrived from Italy,” he says.
“That’s great, thank you.”
Am I supposed to just stand here like a spare part while my wife and the concierge have a nice old natter? “Have maintenance fit it without delay,” I snap.
“Already done, sir.” He dangles a pair of keys, and I snatch them, chucking him my car keys before claiming my wife and escorting her to the elevator. “Bring the cases up,” I order as I hit the call button, peeking down at Ava. She’s amused. Good for her. I’m not. And is she forgetting that she is quite the pro at this trampling business too?
The doors open, I get Ava inside, and I don’t wait for them to close before I pounce. She was expecting this. Probably hoping for this. I love nothing more than showing my wife who has the power. “He fancies you,” I whisper, pressing my body into hers, feeling her torso sink with her inhale. Isn’t that just wonderful? No matter how much she anticipates me, calls for me, braces herself for me, she can never control her reactions.
“You think everyone fancies me.”
“That’s because they do,” I whisper, hearing the doors close as I fight my compulsion to push her to her knees and make her apologize for laughing at me. Can’t do that, she might throw up, and I absolutely need us connected on a physical level right now. We haven’t had sex for nearly thirty-six hours. We’ll talk after. “But you’re mine.” I kiss her harder than I mean to, and she welcomes my force with a telling, whimpering moan and by grabbing me, pulling me closer.
“I’m yours,” she vows, going at me, starved.
“You don’t need to reassure me.” I slip my hand under her dress and, I swear, feel her throbbing against my palm as her tongue hardens, fighting with mine. Everything hard. I push my finger into her knickers. Inhale at the hot, wet feel of her flesh. “Wet.” So fucking drenched, just like that. One kiss, one touch, she’s mine. “Just for me. Understand?”
“I understand,” she gasps, her walls sucking me in deeper. “More.”
Breaking our kiss, I lean into her, watching her eyes darken by the second. I pull my finger out and add another, my lips parting as I push them into her, and she breathes in, staring into my eyes. “Like that?” I whisper, watching her taking it, struggling to keep her head up, struggling to speak. “Like that, Ava?”
“Just like that.”
Fuck, I could watch her all day as I fuck her with my fingers. “Or would you prefer my cock slamming into you?” Passion and possessiveness are ruling me. I can’t stop this, the familiar feelings of power overcoming me, the need inside to prove to Ava and myself that I can be the best lover, take her to the clouds, keep her addiction alive and feed it. She swallows as I massage her, her hands moving to my jeans as her gaze drops. Lusty, heavy eyes. Eyes that are so expressive. Eyes that remind me of the first time she succumbed to our chemistry. I saw it back then. The struggle she was having to resist me.
We stare at each other as she undoes my fly and slides her hand into my boxers, claiming me. I bite down on my teeth. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“I want this,” she whispers, rubbing over my shaft slowly. “I want you inside me.”
My groan is suppressed as I pick her up, and she wraps every limb around me. “I knew you were a sensible girl.” I can feel the pressure inside building as I carry her out of the elevator and get us inside.
Straight up the stairs.
Straight into the bedroom.
“You make me a desperate fucking mess, Ava.” Straight on the bed.
Her dress off, my T-shirt off, my shoes, jeans, boxers all off.
All while she watches, her chest pumping.
Knickers, off.
Bra, off.
The pressure builds, my dick weeps, and I cast my eyes down her naked body, breathing out my awe. She sits up, pulling me to stand between her open thighs, and kisses my stomach as I comb through her hair with my fingers. Just her lips on my skin. Calm. I take the moment while she’s adoring my stomach with her mouth to watch her. Stillness. I look down at her.
My wife. I keep saying it, thinking it.
Can I believe it?
I don’t think I ever will.
To love her, make her smile, take care of her, protect her.
Complete.
She peeks up at me, her hands all over my torso, and pecks her way up to my neck. I close my eyes as she directs me to her mouth, helping her to climb onto me, accepting her kiss, devouring her mouth slowly and firmly. I take her into the bathroom, the place where she first surrendered to me, and step over the chaise, lowering. “We need to make friends,” I whisper, seeing her brief smile before I bring our mouths together again. “No one will ever stop me taking you, Ava.” I don’t even know what I’m saying—just speaking, throwing out declarations, making sure Ava knows who she belongs to.