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He grinned. “I know just how to do that.” Avel slid down her body, teasing her with kisses and nibbles. This time, when he eased her legs open, she didn’t stop him.

He took his time, tasting her skin, licking, and gently biting as Holly wriggled beneath him.

When his mouth finally settled on her clit, she thrust up and groaned long and low, her hand tangling into his hair and pressing him closer.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction. That’s what he wanted, for Holly to be lost in pleasure, to feel alive, loved, and sexy.

Avel started slowly, soft licks and gentle sucks, testing her boundaries.

“More! Stars! That feels incredible.” Her fingers stroked him, encouraging his touch.

He tasted more of her, using his tongue to open her, filling her with his fingers as she cried out and pressed against him.

Avel longed to take her, join them together, make her his, at last. But he could feel Holly’s desire, her close release. His own desire could wait. This was for Holly. He wanted to see her open to him, come alive under his touch, and see how stunning she was when she came.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped. Her fingers tugged at his hair, trying to bring him closer.

Avel groaned but kept sucking her clit, his fingers deep inside her, drawing her nearer to climax, hearing her breath hitch and feeling her legs shake.

When her orgasm broke, he buried himself between her legs, his mouth tasting her feminine desire. His tongue traced across her skin, licking the sweet chocolate sweat as he moved up her body.

Holly pulled him on top of her, her kiss fierce and her eyes full of longing.

He couldn’t hold back. Nothing could stop Avel as he slid inside her. His heart pounded, and his vision blurred as she met him with each thrust, her hips riding up to take him, inch by inch as he slid inside her warmth.

Avel moaned and buried his face into her hair, wrapping his arms around her, holding her as close as he could. Why had he waited? Why try to fight what he felt when this was his victory?

“Holly, Holly, Holly,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck, her jaw, her mouth. Avel filled his mouth with her taste and lost himself in her beauty as their eyes met.

She arched up, placed her feet against his thighs, and surprised the hell out of him by flipping him onto his back.

Holly grinned as she stroked a hand across his chest. “My turn to have some fun with you.”

Chapter 23

Holly was mesmerized by how incredible Avel was. His love for her made her entire body warm, and she tingled with desire.

As he’d lavished her with attention, the attention she’d missed for so long, attention she’d never really had, she let go. She let him in. There was no coming back from this.

She sucked in a breath, trying to get her thoughts in order. It was impossible as she gazed at Avel’s bare chest, damp with sweat and sticky from the melted chocolate. Holly grinned. These were her favorite things in a single, gorgeous package.

Holly felt Avel hard inside her. Sex had never been like this before. Her body fit around Avel like they were made for each other. His touch only made her want him more. Was this an alien thing or was this what love was supposed to feel like?

She shifted her hips, her muscles tensing around his cock, testing, seeing if he was interested in more.

His response was instant, and her body lit on fire as Avel clasped her hips and thrust. The friction between them, their warm flesh, and the scent of desire in the air had Holly gasping and lust burning in her core again.

Avel’s hand slid between them, and he caressed her. Her body shook as he encouraged her, drawing her closer to another orgasm.

Holly stroked his skin, her fingers sliding to his face. Avel sucked her chocolate smeared fingers into his mouth, his gaze never leaving hers as he thrust into her. One hand held her hip firmly as the other sent shivers of pleasure through her whole body.

She was so close again. Two orgasms during sex, that never happened. Holly tipped her head back and rode Avel. She’d never felt so sexy, so confident, and it was thanks to him. It was the way he looked at her that made her believe she was good enough. Those intense, moody eyes told her everything.

Her thighs quivered, and she gasped as Avel slowed his thrusts, his hand leaving her hip.

Holly opened her eyes, ready to beg if he didn’t finish what he’d started.

Avel trailed chocolate over his chest from the pot by the side of his bed, a wicked smile on his face.