Page 12 of Quarantined With the Soldier

Chapter Six

He would never have pegged her for a brat, but then, he wouldn’t have pegged her for a lot of things. Ava was full of surprises, and Dylan was having a good time discovering everything she had to offer.

Right now, though, he was ready to mark her as his own. He was ready to claim her. An animalistic urge was coursing through his veins. He wanted to spank her until she cried and then fucked her until she begged for mercy. That was what he wanted to do for her.

To her.

With her.

He found himself pulling her hair back and kissing her mouth after that last comment. She probably didn’t deserve a kiss, but this was Ava. He was going to worship her entire damn body. He was going to make her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before.

“What are you doing?” She whispered through the kiss.

“I’m calling your bluff,” he told her.

“I wasn’t bluffing.”

“You might regret this.”

“With you? Never,” she kissed him back, and for a minute, he let himself relax in her arms. She really was sweet, wasn’t she? Sweet and wonderful, and he was about to crush all of that. Jumping into a kinky lovemaking session wasn’t the way he planned to spend his evening, but he was more than happy to oblige Ava’s secret fantasies. He was more than happy to make her feel as wild and untamed as he felt every day.

When it was over, it would be over, but they had two weeks together. He wouldn’t hold her back or beg her to be in a relationship with him. He wanted that, of course. Who wouldn’t? Ava was perfect. He knew that their lifestyles would never be compatible, though.

She was sweet and tender, and he couldn’t offer sweet and tender sex to her.

He could offer rough.

He could give her wild.

Sweet?

He hadn’t been sweet for a very, very long time.

He pulled her hair harder, forcing her face up, and he claimed her mouth over and over with his own. A lot of Doms loved using toys and handcuffs and rope and that sort of thing, and he did, too. Dylan still thought you should never underestimate the power of a kiss. A kiss could do a lot of things to a woman.

It could make her feel submissive, and it could make her know she was yours.

He wanted to let her know exactly how he felt about her, and this was how he was going to do it. He kissed her harder, deeper, until she was grinding up against him. She was such a little minx, and he doubted she even realized it. That was the problem with small towns: no one ever told you just how fucking hot you were.

Had anyone ever told her she was perfect?

Pretty?

Had anyone ever pushed her to her knees and made her suck their dick?

He wanted to know everything there was to know about Ava, but first, he wanted to show her everything there was to know about him.

He reached for her waist and gripped her there, holding her as they kissed over and over again. Then he started to slide one hand up to cup her breasts over the shirt.

Was she going to shy away?

Was she going to decide this was all too much?

They were going to go slow tonight: that much was for sure. Maybe she really liked him or maybe it was just something she was saying, but either way, he was going to make tonight count. Either way, he was going to tease her, to worship her, and it all started now.

She didn’t shy away, though, she nipped at his lips and groaned as he started stroking her breasts over the shirt.

“More,” she murmured.

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