Page 56 of Make You Mine

Because if she is...motherfuck.

Nothing changes, except for the fact I’ll be her first and last. The only.

A thought that makes me want to beat my chest like a fucking animal.

“Yes and no.”

“Explain, sweet treat,” I grunt, rolling my hips while my teeth embed into her chin. The bite is meant to sting, but then I’m soothing the abused flesh with a few flicks of my tongue. “Have you ever had a man between these thighs? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No. Never.” Another keening sound. She’s desperate to move, but the way I’ve pinned her against the wall leaves little to no room. “Just the use of a toy.”

“Christ, Ava. You...fuck, baby.” A heady haze of lust overtakes my senses then, the knowledge that this beautiful girl played with her pretty pussy back home my undoing. One minute we’re in the hall, and the next, she’s on my bed, bouncing twice before I crawl over her body.

For a quick second, I take her in just as she is.

Hair splayed across my white sheets, Ava’s chest heaves rapidly and her cerulean eyes dilate. Her small tongue peaks out, swiping across her bottom lip before biting down on it. No words. So much fucking need reflecting back at me.

“Are you going to just...oh!” she squeals, a noise that quickly turns into a low moan as I rip her shirt straight down the center, exposing her perky breasts. They’re encased in a delicate lace bra, a few shades darker than her skin tone. So sexy.

“You’re perfect.” This time, I’m the breathless one, barely holding onto my last shred of sanity.

“Come here.” Ava beckons me with the crook of her finger. “Kiss me again.”

“Where?” That blush I’m enamored with sweeps across her cheeks and down over the column of her throat, then lower. “Be specific, love.”

“Let’s start here,” she says, pointing to her mouth. And I do as I’m told, happy to be her slave. My mouth takes hers, tasting her natural sweetness and swallowing her moans. She’s soft in my arms, yet just as hungry—starving for my touch. Each whimper settles on the tip of my cock like an electric shock, and I’m pulsing—throbbing against the thick cotton of my joggers.

“Fuck, Ava,” I groan, loving how she nips my bottom lip, taking the flesh between her teeth and sucking before traveling down to my chin. Then lower. She litters my skin with tiny bites, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment.

I want her to always be like this.

Wild and free. Beautiful in her agony. A desire only I can satiate.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers low, her hips rising to meet mine. There are only a few pieces of clothing separating us, and yet her heat sears my skin, feeding the fire blazing between us. Her entire stay with me has been torture—a literal challenge—I was never going to win.

Since the moment our eyes met, I’ve been lost to her. It’s my turn to return the favor.

Mark her. Savor her. Cement my ownership over her heart.

“Patience, sweet girl. Let me enjoy you.” Embedding my hand in her hair, I force her to arch her neck while my other hand pins her hips to the bed. Her tongue yields to my kiss, matches my hunger, and intertwines with mine between small flicks. My body covers hers from head to toe; I feel each shiver as it runs through her, the way her nipples tighten into stiff, sensitive peaks beneath the thin lace.

“Please,” she moans, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate my hips. My cock throbs as I press harder, pulling back just long enough to watch as I drag the jogger-covered thickness over her slick slit. The cotton shorts hide nothing from me; the evidence of her desire is clear to see on the wet patch at the seam of her cleft.

Another bead of pre-come slips from my swollen tip, rolling down the underside of my shaft while I reclaim her kiss, moaning into her mouth. “You’re perfect, Ava. My perfect.”

“Yours, Eli. I’m all yours.”

“Tell me again. Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Fuck. I love you, too.” I can’t stop rubbing my thick length against her pussy. Once, twice, and a needy sound leaves her throat. I press harder, grunting as the pleasure escalates. Burning me. Consuming me.

Fuck, I need her. All of her.

She might not be a virgin, but she’s never had a man between her thighs.

She’s innocent.Mine.

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