“Fuck, Ava,” he growled. “You’re fucking killing me.”
I moaned, moving my lips more rapidly. I wanted to give him what he gave me—the pleasure of release. The blinding blackness where everything else was gone and the only thing that remained were our bodies.
“I have to fuck you,” he commanded.
I wasn’t prepared when he shifted under me, pulling his glorious dick from my mouth and flipping me on my back. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my slick folds, caressing in a circle, toying with my entrance.
My eyes met his and in a sudden flash, he pushed inside me, bowing me off the bed with unreal bursts of pleasure.
“I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up,” he promised, hilting himself inside me.
I whimpered at the intensity as he stretched my most sensitive areas and spread my knees wide, pushing deeper and harder. But soon there was a rhythm between us that rained with ecstasy. His mouth clamped over mine as our hungry tongues flicked and sucked at each other, desperate to ride the wave of passion together.
Blaine pumped faster. I clutched at his strong shoulders, mewing with pleasure. My legs locked around his waist, drawing him as close as I could.
“You’re mine tonight, Ava.”
“Yes, yes.” My head rolled to the side as he thrust with wicked force. “I want to be yours. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop.” The words spilled from my lips before I knew what I was saying.
He was so deep inside me I didn’t know where he stopped and I began. Our heated bodies dripped with sweat as we climbed and scaled, tugging and clawing at each other. Grinding our hips, fighting for release, desperate to hold on to the building tension that escalated the harder he pumped.
“Oh my God, Blaine!” I screamed when he hit my innermost walls, filling me with pure bliss.
“Fuck,” he groaned, licking my throat and pressing his lips to my mouth.
I felt the downward spiral. I felt the shivers and vibrations course through my veins as he plunged one last time before tensing with his own release. Our eyes closed as the orgasms barreled through us. He throbbed and pulsed inside me, spilling everything he had in a hot fiery rush.
My body relaxed and Blaine sighed as he kissed my forehead. “I don’t know what you Americans say, but that was fucking awesome.” He shot me a wolfish grin before rolling next to me on the bed.
I stared at the ceiling, letting his fingers curl through mine. Why did I all of a sudden feel like Blaine Crews owned me?
He adjusted so I could curl into his arm. “You’re the fucking devil, love.” He chuckled.
“Me?” I didn’t know who had crossed which line, only that our bodies had somehow come together in an explosive impact. I felt bad for the people in the room next to this one.
I still felt the tingles all the way to my toes as my clit vibrated with aftershocks. Blaine caressed the dip along my hipbone, feathering over my skin with his strong hands.
“Yeah, you’re the devil.” He kissed the top of my head. “But I fucking love your kind of dirty work.” He chuckled.
My eyes closed slowly as I listened to the steady thump of his heart. I felt different. My body was satisfied in a completely new way, and in some kind of life-altering epic moment, I had broken every rule I had and enjoyed every second of it.
I drifted off to sleep with Blaine’s long, solid arms holding me, his naked body snuggled behind mine, and a smile on my face.
Chapter Eleven
Blaine
She was the best fuck of my life. I wasn’t going to live the next three weeks in the same city with Ava Gold and pretend she wasn’t here. It wasn’t happening.
Something happened between us that night in Sydney. Something I never admitted to myself. I didn’t get attached. I didn’t have relationships. Maybe that was why I ran out on her the next morning—because I felt it.
I felt different lying next to her. As if suddenly she had become mine. I was possessive and protective all at once. Those weren’t natural instincts for me. I’d never had anyone to care about.
Jim was the closest thing I had to family and he wasn’t exactly modeling relationships. The man had never been on a date that I knew of. He was a bachelor—devoting his life to my career.
I’d never cared about having a relationship. Women were everywhere. I’d never had a problem finding someone beautiful to fuck. Why bother with all the mess and confusion that came with a girlfriend?
But when I fucked Ava it wasn’t like the other women. I lost a part of myself. The world spun to black and there was only one thing that mattered—her.