Avit’s eyes darkened. In one swift move, he caught my wrists, lifting them above my head with one hand. His body pressed fully into mine, his erection unmistakable.
“Sienna,” he said tenderly, and a flash of doubt crossed his face. “I’d like to make love to you.”
My breath came short and fast.
Did I really want this?
Once the deed was done, there'd be no turning back.
But I did want him. More than anything. Just once, I wanted something for me…something pleasurable.
“On…one condition,” I whispered.
His eyes flicked to my lips. “Which is?”
“That after we catch whoever it is, we get a divorce.”
“Agreed.”
The word barely left his mouth before his lips crushed mine. I opened up to him immediately. His hand slid up my leg, shifting my dress until his hand was on my bare thigh, and I shivered.
Tonight, I’d let myself have this. I’d let myself feel wanted…needed by the man who kissed me like I was the most important thing in his world.
Chapter 13 - Avit
Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from Sienna’s.
Fuck!
She tasted even sweeter than she looked. In the gallery, I almost didn’t recognize her. Gone was the ponytail; soft curls bounced on her shoulders, framing her flawlessly made-up face. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears. She was slender, every curve perfect. Her breasts, her ass…shit. I got an instant hard-on just looking at her figure.
Part of me was glad she’d kept it hidden; otherwise, I might not have stayed away this long. I thought I was in this alone, convinced she didn’t feel anything for me, but I caught those fleeting glances, that hunger when our eyes finally met. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
“We’re moving this party to the bed,” I said, huskily.
Before she could reply, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed, my lips finding hers again. She moaned softly, opening to me. My hands traced under her dress, pushing it up, until I yanked it over her head. She gripped my shirt and closed her eyes, her breathing fast and shallow. I kissed her lightly.
“What's wrong, angel?” I asked.
I didn't mean to say it; it just slipped out, but it fit her perfectly. In my fucked-up world of endless bloodshed, she was the one pure thing.
She was my angel.
Sienna shook her head. “Nothing. It’s fine.”
She pulled me down for a kiss, and I complied, my fingers trailing along her sides. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Grabbing her ass with one hand, I let her feel how turned on I was. She groaned, moving against me slowly.
I trailed kisses down her neck, but when I tried to go further, her fingers tightened around my shirt. I gently held her chin, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
“I know something’s wrong. Tell me,” I urged.
She bit her lower lip. “I’ve never been with anyone before. I’m…a little nervous.”
Her confession hit me like a shot of fire. I’d never thought about being a woman’s first before; they always seemed sure of themselves. But now, knowing I was hers…Suddenly, I wanted this moment to be unforgettable.
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m a bit nervous too.”
“Why?” she asked. “You’ve had sex before.”
