Chapter 46: Storm
Ava’s eyes snapped open, fury and desperation swirling together like a storm. "What the fuck?!" she shouted, breathless and enraged.
Lucas hovered inches from her face, his lips glistening with her. His smirk was utterly infuriating.
"Tell me, love," he purred.
Ava wanted to kill him. She wanted to bring him back to life just so she could kill him again.
"Yes! Yes! Goddamnit! I am jealous. I am jealous when any woman even breathes near you. I want to be your only one! God, Lucas, please!" The words came out in a rushed plea, raw and unfiltered.
Lucas’s smirk deepened. His eyes glowed with satisfaction.
He made quick work of his own clothes, and then he entered her slowly, stretching her, filling her. A sharp gasp left her lips. Her back arched, her head falling back as stars exploded behind her eyes.
Lucas groaned, his grip on her thighs tightening.
He leaned in, his mouth brushing against her ear. "When you are ready to love me against all odds, my little virgin..." His voice was strained, thick with restraint and pleasure.
Ava could barely hear him. Her world had narrowed down to the way he moved inside her.
He paused midspeech, a strangled groan escaping his lips as her body clenched around him. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin.