Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 224334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1122(@200wpm)___ 897(@250wpm)___ 748(@300wpm)
Bang.
I gasp, feeling her biting at my flesh, squirming on top of me.
“Fuck, Ava,” I yell, drifting back down to the bottom, her bites turning into clumsy kisses while we descend.
“Get your teeth back into my shoulder.” I launch us back up the rail again, my dick twitches and swells, and I choke on a cough, sinking my face into her neck and clinging on to her. “Shit, I’m going to come.” My legs turn to jelly as my climax builds. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she yells, frantic, tightening every limb around me, preparing. And then her walls squeeze my cock, and it completely sends me off the deep end in the best way. I push off my feet, sending us sailing up the runner.
Bang.
And again.
Bang.
And again.
Bang.
Fuck!
Ava cries and yells above me every time we smash back to the top, clawing at my back, biting, screaming into my shoulder. My orgasm hits me like a bulldozer, unforgiving and ruthless in its power, and Ava’s body tightens, her teeth sinking deeper, her scream muffled. We’re slick with sweat. Buried in each other’s necks.
Breathless.
And it’s fucking amazing, the tingles all over my skin relentless, the feel of her stuck to me tightly, depending on me to hold on to her.
Holy.
Fuck.
Ava’s the first to move—eventually—pulling back, kissing my skin. I smile and look at the damage to my shoulder. A collection of red marks greets me. “You’re a savage, lady.” And it’s fine by me. I kiss her and let my muscles loosen. “I’m going to take you to bed and sleep all night buried deep inside you.” I hoist her into me and rise, making sure my softening dick remains exactly where it is. Warm. Happy. “Kiss me now.” She obliges, but not before giving my hair a possessive tug. “Savage,” I whisper, feeling her smile, satisfied.
By the time I’ve carried us to our bedroom, the blood is reloading in my dick. It’s a vital sign. Proof if ever I needed it, for me and for Ava, that we’re both where we should be.
I lower her to the bed, helping her to the pillow, our kiss smooth and calm. “Stay with me.” I look at her beneath me, her skin still flush from her latest orgasm.
“I’m here,” she whispers.
“Move in with me.” I want this clarified before the start of a new week. I want all gray areas wiped out. I want understanding. Confirmation. It will benefit us both, especially if she insists on going to work. “I want you here when I go to sleep. And I want you here when I wake up.” She stiffens against me as I trace the seam of her lips with my tongue. “Starting and ending my day with you is all I need.” I’ll deal with everything in between as it comes.
“Don’t you think this is all a bit soon?” she asks.
No, it’s too fucking late. I free her lips, not liking her response, for no other reason than Ava’s silly head might be getting in the way of her heart again. After everything, especially the past day, I thought we’d got over that. “You obviously do.”
“It’s been two days.”
Here we go. “Two days since what?” I can see what needs to happen here. I should have suggested this when she was sky-high on pleasure in the gym. Idiot. Haven’t I learned? But . . . I can save this. I move, getting myself into position, smiling on the inside when she comprehends what’s about to go down. Yes, baby, I’m about to get my way. I retreat, my eyes narrowing, and thrust forward purposefully. “I want this every morning and every night.” My smile isn’t containable, not when she’s fighting with everything she has not to succumb to the insanity. “And maybe a bit in between,” I murmur, grinding and driving deep. She wants that too. God damn her, why does she have to make hard work of every step in our relationship?
Her sparkling eyes try to narrow. And fail. It’s an added bonus that she always fails to hide her desire for me. “You only want me for my body.”
“You don’t want this?” I plunge deeper, firmer, with more purpose, and she squirms, groaning, fighting the onslaught of pleasure.
“You don’t play fair, Mr. Ward.”
She loves how I play, so perhaps that’s why she makes every step in our relationship hard work. Because she wants this. “Say yes,” I demand, at the same time hammering into her fiercely. “Have I got to fuck some sense into you, Ava?” Because I absolutely will, and she’ll love that too. There’s only one outcome here. I know it. She knows it. Our bodies know it. But if she wants to extend the process, I’m game. Always game.
“No,” she yells, breaking eye contact and grabbing the headboard, her mouth saying one thing, her body saying something else entirely. And she thinks avoiding my eyes might help? I take her nape and manipulate her head up, my lips twisting a little, dealing with the pain.