ChapterForty-One
Ipull Ava in close and she melts in my arms.Her body molds to mine because we fit together perfectly.I pull the delicate chain from my pocket, watching the way the gold sparkles in the light.It’s light, having barely any weight to it.But in my hand, it feels like lead, as if the weight of its meaning gives it physical mass.
She cringes as I smooth my fingers over the chapped skin of her neck.I gently place the chain around her neck, using the tiny hex key to lock it into place.I comb my fingers through her earthy, brown locks, untangling the silky strands before pressing a kiss to the top of her hair.
“You were made to be mine,” I say.
Ava sucks in a shaky breath and lifts her head from my shoulder.Her face is damp with tears.I run my fingers over the salty streaks that glisten on her cheeks.She’s so beautiful when she cries for me, so perfect when she lets go.She looks up at me, her eyes glittering with unshed tears.But there’s something else that gleams in her glassy eyes, some emotion swirling in her irises.It looks like devotion, like love.
The light catches on the o-ring at the center of her neck.It reflects onto her chest, making her shine like gold.The tightness in my chest loosens seeing her just as she should be, shiny and adorned with precious metal.She’s gorgeous with my collar around her neck, just like I knew she’d be.The sight of her collared and vulnerable in my arms sends my blood rocketing south.My erection juts out, straining the stitching on my zipper.
My blood pumps through my veins, a single repeating word thumping inside of me.Mine, mine, mine.
Pressing my thumb under her chin, I angle her chin toward mine.I press my mouth against hers, reveling in the pillowy softness of her lips.I kiss her softly, communicating the way my heart beats for her without words, because there are no words that can express my feelings for her.There is nothing I could say that would convey the depth of my obsession.
A primal, hungry sound resonates in my chest because I’m fucking ravenous for her.I groan as she parts her lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth.She kisses me in a way she never has before, wild and uninhibited.She kisses me like she’s starving for me, her tongue tangling with mine and her teeth scraping over my lips.I suck her tongue into my mouth and swallow her moan.
I pull back and wrap my hand around her throat.Ava’s lips part on a whimper and she trembles in my arms.She seeks out my kiss, jutting her head forward and leaning into my palm.
“There’s no going back, little bird,” I breathe over her lips.“I’ll never let you go.”
Her eyes widen, becoming glossy and wet.“I don’t want you to,” she says, her voice husky with lust.
I tighten my grip on her neck, feeling her pulse thud rapidly beneath my fingers.“What do you want?”
“I want you,” she murmurs.
My own pulse kicks up, my heart so pumping furiously that I can feel it smashing through the walls I’ve built around it.The desperate creature that hides inside of me perks up.She wants me, it says,not to fuck, not to come.She just wantsme.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard ‘I want you’.Women have said it before.They’ve thrown it around like an easy phrase, something that says they want me at face value.A big cock and a hard face, that’s all I’ve been to them.They wanted to fuck the bad guy, like I’m some mountain to climb.The way the words whisper out of Ava, the vulnerable quiver in her voice, it means more.My perfect, broken girl.My missing piece.She’s the only one who’s seen the most monstrous parts of me and still wanted me.
Her fingers claw at my chest, her fingernails streaking my skin with pink lines.She grips my shoulders, pulling me closer.“Please,” she whispers, “I need you.”
“What do you need, precious?”
Her teeth sink into her pillowy lip.She rolls the skin between her teeth, keeping her mouth pinched firmly closed.She leans forward, pressing her neck further into my palm until a whine gasps out of her.
“Still so shy.”I chuckle.“Words, little bird.I need you to use your words and tell me what you need.”
Her throat bobs under my hand as she swallows.“I need you to fuck me.”
I scoop Ava into my arms and she wraps her arms around my neck as I stand.Ignoring the urge to sprint, I take measured steps, carrying her through the house and up the stairs to my bedroom.Ourbedroom, actually.Last night was the last one she’ll spend in her house, the last night she’ll spend without my arms around her.
I now move with haste, my long steps eating up the space between us and the place where I’ll make her fully mine.She lets out a squeak as I toss her onto the bed.Her ass bounces on the mattress before she settles on her back.I step towards the foot of the bed, my fingers already tugging at my zipper.Ava stares up at me with wide eyes, her fingers twisting in the blankets beneath her.
“I, uh,” she stammers, “I have an IUD, so…”
“I know, baby,” I say.“Your doctor keeps thorough records.”
She swallows hard, her lip quivering and a look of fear flitting across her face.My tongue darts across my lower lip.She’s so pretty when she’s frightened.Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling with each shaky inhale.Her nipples pebble, hardening into dusky, pink buds.Every inch of her is perfect and all mine.
I push my jeans down my legs, my boxer briefs being tugged down along with them.Ava’s eyes follow every movement of my hands as I undress.When I shove my pants off of my feet and stand, she gasps.My cock juts out, hard and aching.She traces it with wide, fearful eyes, like she’s only just remembered how big it is.
“You want your master’s cock, little bird?”I ask.
She swipes her tongue over her plush lip, nodding furiously.
“Spread your legs for me.Let me see that pretty pussy.”
