I walk us to her bedroom and kick the door closed behind me, setting her on the end of the bed. We both need this, but mostly Ava needs to know that whatever it is that spooked her, I won’t let it take her away from me. I won’t give up on her or us. But I will have more words with Sarah. Because when she hurts my girl, she’s hurting me. She needs to realize that.

I stand over her and lift her vest up her body, marveling at the perfection of her boobs when they’re revealed. My smile is unstoppable, my hunger moving into the realms of starvation. I toss her vest aside and dip to take the tops of her shorts. She obliges, of course, lifting so I can rid her of everything in my way.

“Stay there.” Despite my urgency to be inside her again, I undress at a lazy pace, taking untold pleasure from her watching me, her hands twitching, ready to help me get naked. Her eyes jaunt leisurely across my bare skin, settling on my scar.

“Look at me, Ava,” I say, sounding harder than I meant to as I push my boxers down my thighs. Her eyes glimmer excitedly when my dick is revealed, and she looks up at me, almost for permission.

“I’m desperate to be inside you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I’ll look forward to fucking your mouth later. You owe me.” I loop an arm around her tiny waist and move her up the bed as I crawl on, settling between her warm thighs and caging her in. I need to keep reminding myself to take this slow, when all I want to do is smash into her like an animal. Sate my need. But no. Give it to her slowly. Every drive meticulous, every kiss gentle, every look deep. Don’t blank her mind with a brutal fuck of ownership. Blank it with something else.

Love.

“We don’t run anymore, Ava.” I lift my hips and inhale as I sink into her. Her moan’s loud, her hold of my shoulder fierce, and I still, needing to take a moment. I could shoot my load any second. I talk my dick down, closing my eyes, concentrating on breathing, as she strokes my arms softly. It takes me a good few minutes before I brave moving. I open my eyes and find her gazing at me. It’s a look so penetrating. It’s more than a look. It is so much more than a look. If I’m not staring into the eyes of a woman in love, I’ll give up now. She does love me.