“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, voice dark and possessive. “I’ve waited so damn long to get my hands on you like this.”
I feel heat flood my cheeks at his words. He’s been holding onto me, wanting me, and now that I’m here, he’s not backing down.
His mouth moves lower, kissing a trail down my stomach, slow and teasing. Every brush of his lips sends sparks through me.
“You’re mine, Ava. Every inch,” he whispers, voice dripping with raw need.
I reach up, pulling him back into a hungry kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, deep and demanding, and I taste him—sweet, bitter, intoxicating.
“Damn, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, “you’re making me want to lose control.”
His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me flush against him. He nips at my collarbone, then trails kisses back up to my lips.
“I want to worship you,” he says between kisses, “to give you everything you deserve.”
I gasp as his hands slide beneath my shirt again, fingers teasing, exploring, setting me on fire.
“Say it,” he demands softly, his voice low and filled with promise.
“Please,” I whisper, trembling. And I almost say‘Please Daddy’
His grin is wicked. “That’s my girl.”
And in his arms, with his dirty mouth and even dirtier thoughts swirling around us, I know I’ve never wanted anything more.
His hands don’t stop exploring, sliding under my shirt like he’s claiming territory, like every inch of me belongs to him—and honestly, it does. I press my body closer, feeling the heat radiate off him, the hard lines of his muscles beneath my fingertips.
“Elijah,” I breathe, my voice shaky but daring.
He lifts his head just enough to catch my eyes, his gaze smoldering with a dark hunger. “I want to taste you, make you mine in every way. I want to hear you scream my name.”
My heart pounds harder, but I’m not scared. Not with him. Not now.
Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and kisses a fiery path down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers trace slow, teasing circles over the swell of my hips, pulling me impossibly closer.
“You’re so fucking irresistible,” he growls, voice rough like gravel. “God, Ava, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I laugh breathlessly, a little teasing sparkle in my eyes. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.”
His lips curl into a wicked smile before he dives back down, hands wandering lower, and I’m trembling—both from his touch and the delicious promise in his voice.
“Baby, you’re driving me crazy” he mutters between kisses, his hands clutching my hips like he’s afraid I might slip away. “I’ve dreamed about this night for years. Fucking years, waiting for you.”
The weight of it crashes over me, and I feel an ache inside, a fierce, tender ache that only he could soothe.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, voice barely audible.
He lifts his head, eyes blazing. “Damn right you are.”
Then, slow and deliberate, he brings his lips back to mine, and I melt against him, surrendering to the fire, the want, the promise of everything we’ve waited for.
Chapter eleven
Ava
Thelightintheroom is soft—just the faint glow of dawn slipping through the back window curtains.
Everything is still.
