Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, her expression questioning. But the defiant little temptress still swivels her hips, egging me on. I will not cave under her tactics. This isn’t about what I want or need right now. This is about showing her what she wants and needs, and she doesn’t need to fucking leave. She needs this. Me. “Answer the question, Ava.”

“Please,” she says in a breathy whisper, and I smile my satisfaction, withdrawing and powering forward. And I don’t stop. She caused this urgency. She can soak it up.

“You’re mine, Ava,” I say, unable to stop my thoughts from rolling out of my mouth, my control gone. She closes her eyes, robbing me of the glorious sight of her brown orbs glistening in pleasure. “Open your fucking eyes,” I demand, thundering on, sweat pouring, my heart back to hammering, but for all the right reasons.

I can see the effort it takes her to comply, but just the fact she does speaks volumes. The bedroom is my domain. I hold the power.

She crumbles under my touch, my mouth, my attention. I maintain our locked stares. I wouldn’t be able to look away if I tried. So much is being communicated in this moment. Does she realize that? How much I’m saying as I fuck her into oblivion? This never ends. Not for me.

Her legs come up to my waist, constricting hard, sending me deeper and higher. I hiss, feeling her internal walls tightening. Fuck me, I’m a goner. In every way.

“Jesus, Ava, you okay?”

I’m forced to release her wrists, worried my strength and grip is hurting her. I smash them into the mattress, getting my balance without hampering my pace.

“Don’t stop,” she yells, grabbing at my upper arms.

“Fuck.”

Her nails sink into my flesh, my hips buck wildly, and her head is tossed back. No. None of that.

“Damn it, Ava,” I roar. “Look at me.” She needs to see me.

Her eyes drop, and I feel beads of sweat trailing down my cheeks. I’m absolutely insane with adoration for this woman. What she can do to me. How she makes me feel. I want to kiss the living daylights out of her, and as if she’s read my mind, she grabs my hair and yanks me onto her mouth, our tongues battling uncontrollably.

“Jesse, I’m going,” she says against my lips.

“Fuck. Together, okay?” I find the strength I need to get us both there, pounding on, my dick almost sore with the friction. Come on. Come on. “Now!”