Half naked, I take her in. Her pale skin, her perfect breasts and nipples. My cock swells with a primitive need to take her, claim her, while my conscious wages a moral war with me.
“Please…” she whispers andthatbreaks the last, thin thread of restraint I had in me.
Grabbing the waist of her shorts, I rip them down her legs, tossing them across the floor as I lay over her, pushing her exposed body into the mattress as I settle between her thighs. She fights with my zipper, her nails scratching me as she shoves my pants over my ass. I fight to kick them from my legs while I suck her nipple into my mouth. My hands graze down her sides, focusing on her curves—the indent of her waist, the flare of her hip, her fucking ass. I slap my hand over that ridiculously sexy part of her body and she gasps, the loud clap echoing from the walls. We are nothing but a jumble of skin and limbs, in desperate need to touch every last fucking inch of each other’s bodies.
I kiss over her neck, grazing my teeth along her delicate flesh before I nip at her. She squirms underneath me, her legs falling shamelessly open, her nails digging into my back. My hand snakes down her hip and across her leg to the crease of her thigh. I work my finger underneath the hem of her underwear, and the second I touch her, I lose every bit of inhibition. I shove my fingers deep inside of her and she moans.
“Please,” she says again, grabbing my hair and jerking my head to the side.
A man can’t fucking take this shit.
“Max, I just…”
“Fuckingbegme,” I whisper against her ear, fucking her harder with my hand. “Beg me, Ava.” Another rough thrust of my hand and she tosses her head back against the pillow, those beautiful pouty lips of hers parting to drag in a deep, labored breath. Her fingers fist at the sheets. And when I press into her harder, she moans.
“Goddamn it, woman,” I say in a groan. My fucking cock is so damn hard I can barely see straight. One more thrust and I pull my hand away from her, sticking my fingers inside my mouth to suck the taste of her off.Fuck, the way she tastes…All I can do is groan.
She grabs my dick and places it against her pussy. There’s a moment, a fleeting fucking moment where I justfeelher. Where I enjoy the fact that I have yet to take her, relish in the temptation, and then, as slow as I can fucking stand, I slide into her. The warmth and tightness make my eyes flutter shut on a groan. I wrap my arms behind her, holding onto her shoulders as I bury myself completely inside of her. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” I say.
And everything that happens from this moment on is instinct. Raw, uninhibited, fucking passion. I fuck her until she’s screaming, clawing at my sweat-slicked back, and then when she says she can’t take any more I flip over on my back, forcing her on top of me.
She’s panting, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly grinds over me. Sofucking innocent.I grab her hips in my hands, squeezing as I force her to ride me harder, ruthlessly. Ava tosses her head back, her dark hair falling behind her shoulders as she grabs onto my thighs to steady herself. Watching her fuck me like this—it’s basically art, something so raw and beautiful. There is no way I can ever let anyone else have her. She is mine. This fucking woman was made for me. Her and her demons and her innocence—everything. It is all mine. To be honest, if I could, I would possess her because she is the first thing in this life I’ve ever found that was flawed to the point of being perfect.
My entire body tenses, and she slows her pace. “Don’t you fucking stop,” I say, taking her hips and forcing her over me as hard as I can.
Seconds later, a violent heat floods my body, every last piece of me going weak. Bucking my hips against hers, I groan. I throw my head back on the pillow and grit my teeth, groaning. My fingertips dig into her sides, sinking into her soft flesh in an attempt to slow her movements as I come. “Stop…stop…” I whisper, unable to stand the sensation any longer.
Ava falls on top of me, out of breath. Her cheek rests against my chest. And here we both lie, breathlessly tangled together, me stroking through her messy hair and her tracing the design of my tattoos.
Everything has changed. And that is evident.
Lying here with her like this, I can never let go. I will hold onto this at whatever cost. Love—out of all the emotions there are, is the one which can cause the greatest upheaval of a person’s soul for it is the only emotion that promises to give you something in return.
Even when that emotion is a nothing more than a lie…
21
Ava
Iwatchthe fan blades smear the colors of the world around, lost in post-orgasm bliss as I trail my fingers over Max’s shoulders. There’s a sense, a feeling that I’m half found in Max’s hold—and then, a moment of lucidity comes crashing through. This is not life. This is not right. I am a captive. And this man lying naked beneath me, as much as I have learned to trust him, I shouldn’t. As much as I feel this is where I belong, it’s not. He will likely kill me. And my warped and confused heart is falling for him.
He shifts in the bed, taking me by the arms and moving me beside him before he places his ear over my heart. My pulse kicks into overdrive, the path of my fingers over his broad shoulders ceasing.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I don’t knowwhatto think anymore.” I exhale. “I try not to think about anything.”
He brushes his hand over my side. “How do you feel about being here?”
I swallow. “I hate it.”
He nods.
“Do you expect me to like this?”
“Not at all.” He kisses my forehead. “If I could, I would let you go.”
That is the first time he has said something like that. I can hear the conflict, the guilt, and it terrifies me. Part of me wants to ask why he can’t, but then again, some things are better off left to the unknown. Hope, I guess.
