“Please,” she virtually snarls, her eyes boring holes into my smug form. I give her what she wants and start unbuttoning. Slowly. Watching her. Relishing her building impatience.

I’m surprised she manages to restrain herself. I’d be damned if I could sit and watch her slowly strip. Has she suddenly become compliant?

I flex my shoulders and remove my shirt, kicking off my shoes and dipping to pull off my socks. And as I rise, I watch as her gaze falls to my stomach. I want to think she’s admiring my form. But I know different. I’m not up for questions on how I came to have a mammoth scar there, not now, so I move into her quickly, placing my hands on her thighs. I have her again, her attention diverted.

“Where to start?” I ask thoughtfully, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “Here?” I slide the tip into her mouth, smiling when I feel her tongue circle the end. She’s doing anything she can to break me. I move my touch to her cheek and then lazily down her throat onto her chest. “Or here?” I ask, cupping her breast, looking to her for a reaction, tracing the edges of her nipple. Her gasp nearly has my dick breaking free from my trousers. “These are mine,” I tell her, moving to her flat stomach, circling a few times, before continuing down to her thigh. I tease her for a few moments, softly stroking her, feeling the warmth of her pussy. Soon, Ward. You’ll be back there again soon. I find her arse. “Or here?” I ask, and she stiffens. What will she say? Will she let me? “Every single inch, Ava.” Every. Single. Inch. I return my hand to her front, smiling when she relaxes. “I think I’ll start here.”

Her rush of relieved breath is short-lived. I take her face, getting close. “But I did mean every inch,” I assure her, preparing her, getting her used to the idea. She’s never had it before. And I want to claim that part of her. Every part of her. I’m going to leave my mark everywhere, making it impossible for her to forget. Consume her. Make it impossible to leave me.

I wedge a hand on the counter to hold me up, the very thought making me unsteady. My dick in her arse. That’s a sure-fire way of ensuring she never forgets me.

I rest a finger in the snug warmth of her pussy and drag it up, and she folds, her forehead meeting my shoulder. “You’re drenched,” I rasp, pushing my finger inside her and clenching my eyes closed. Fuck, her condition makes every attempt to push me away laughable. “You want me.” I withdraw, circling, spreading her pleasure, before diving deep again. She cries into me. “Tell me you want me, Ava.”