“Hmmm?” She swirled her thumb over the head, spreading the drop of pre-cum that had escaped.
“Stop,” I finished. “You have to stop, or there will be no gentle.”
She raised her thumb to her mouth and sucked the taste of me off it with a smile.
“Holy shit, Avi.”
She looped her arms around my neck and kissed me again, pulling me down to her.
I grabbed her by the waist and brought us both to the center of her bed, groaning at the feel of her skin against mine. She was soft everywhere, her skin so delicate that I could see the pulsing of her veins, and yet she was so strong that she didn’t hesitate even now.
She spread her thighs, and I settled between them. The heat of her seared me, threatened to burn me alive if I didn’t plunge and claim.
But this was Avi, and I needed to make it good. Needed to make it last.
“I love the way you feel on top of me,” she said, her fingers playing in my hair.
“I love being on top of you,” I confessed. Then I dropped my head to hers and kissed her until we were both breathless, until she rocked against me and her nails raked down my back. I stoked her desire, bringing her back to a fever pitch.
My hands stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples. My mouth followed their path. I kissed every inch of her skin, cataloging what made her gasp and what made her moan. I lingered on those areas and then kept exploring, nibbling on the inside of her thigh and giving her pussy a long, luscious lick.
“Hawke!” She writhed under me, as if even the covers were too much for her sensitized skin.
I flipped her over to her belly and started again, taking a bite of her juicy ass on my travels. She whimpered, moving restlessly against the covers as I licked and kissed my way up her spine.
“Please, Hawk.” She stretched like a cat, up on her knees, pushing her ass into my dick.
Unable to resist, I ran the head of my cock along her pussy, coating it with her slickness before thrusting lightly against her clit. “One day, I’ll take you just like this,” I promised. “Your ass in the air, red from my hand, your pussy wet and glossy, aching for me.”
“I already ache for you,” she pushed back.
“Oh, my little princess, you don’t know what aching is. Not yet. Not until you know exactly what I can do to you. How many different ways there are to make you come.” And I’d show her every single one of them…within reason. I’d never do anything to drag her light into my dark. Not for all the money, power, or pleasure in the world. But I could fuck her here, in the warmth and relative safety of her bed.
Never in mine.
She looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. “Hawthorne, I want you. I want you inside me. Now.”
I would have smiled if her demand hadn’t untethered the last of my control. Need raced through my veins. Need had me flipping her to her back. Need had my cock poised at her entrance. There was nothing wanting about it.
“Tell me you’re sure.” I braced one hand next to her head and searched those astonishing eyes for any sign she didn’t want this.
“I’m sure.” She cupped my face, leaning up to brush her mouth over mine. “I’m so fucking sure. And I’m not fertile.”
“I know.” If I’d scented it on her, I wouldn’t have come close.
“Now, Hawke.”
I kept my eyes on hers as I pushed forward. Oh fuck, she was tight and so damned hot. The pleasure of it shot through me and I gritted my teeth against the instinct to thrust home.
I rocked my hips slowly, gently, earning her inch by inch.
Her eyes were wide, and I would have given anything to know what she was thinking—feeling. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, her nails biting into my triceps as I stretched her, consumed her. Finally—finally, she took all of me, and the voices inside my head went quiet. There were only her breathy gasps in my ear as she adjusted to how I filled her.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I demanded, needing the words. Sweat beaded on my skin as I fought the need to move.
“I’m more than okay,” she assured me, raising her knees at the sides of my hips. “You feel…” She licked her lips. “Good. You feel so good.”
I sank impossibly deeper. “Fuck. Avianna. You feel like a goddamned dream.” Then I moved, drawing out slowly and rolling my hips to fill her again.
We both moaned.
“Again,” she demanded.
I gave it to her, snapping my hips at the end.
“Hawke!”
That was it. That was exactly how I wanted her to say my name every time we were alone, with that same breathless joy and unfettered need.