Page 72 of Make You Mine

A tease. A wicked promise of what I’m going to do.

“What’re you...fuck!” Without a word, I slam her down, giving my girl that last bit of pleasurable pain she needs to fall over the edge. My hips are relentless, fucking up into her with a steady and hard stroke.

“Please.” One word. Desperation. Her need.

A light sheen of sweat gleams across her forehead, and her brows pucker. Those lips I love part, and she exhales; her warm breath is a caress across my mouth, and I take hers once more in a hard kiss.

Each swipe of my tongue over her bottom lip is anI love you.Each groan that leaves my chest is an oath to always protect and cherish.

“Come for me, Ava.”

“I’m...shit!” she whimpers as my fingers tighten their hold on her neck, not letting her move an inch. She’s in my control. Taking what I gift her.

“Now, baby. Give me what’s always been mine.” No sooner has the last words slipped past my lips that she tightens—chokes on a silent scream. Her orgasm rocks me, a vice-like grip so hard and warm that my release quickly follows. It’s hard and messy, and I don’t stop thrusting as she milks every last drop from my cock.

Not even after she lies on my chest, completely spent and satiated, do I pause. Not until I feel the last tremor pass through her tired limbs and her pussy eases its hold.

Then, I close my eyes as we just lie there in her small bed back in Dallas, surrounded by boxes and memories of her old life—a life she’s transferring to Los Angeles to build a new one with me. No more rentals while my apartment was sold. No more never-ending searches for the perfect place to start this new stage of our lives. Now, we get it all. I will give her that fairy-tale life she deserves and then some.

There’s no denying that the road here has been difficult, full of complications and tears.

And while I wish we would’ve met under different circumstances; we both agree that it’s the ending that matters.

After Lyle’s death, Ava dealt with a hurricane of emotions and guilt—regret and total despair—but through it all, she never pushed me away. I was her constant.

She chose me. Always.

And I was there for her through each therapy session and then the tears. Through all the hurt and the years of anger, she let go of. It was hard. Still brutal at points, but it has brought us closer together. We’ve both had to deal with the aftermath and have come out stronger because we have each other.

For better or worse. In sickness and health.

I don’t know how long we lay there with her body on my chest before I feel her stare. And fuck me, it’s hard to hold in my smile when I hear her impatient huff.

Cracking open one eye, I watch her watching me. “Something on your mind?”

“You could say that.”

“Speak up or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, I’m baiting her.

Ava’s eyes leave mine for a split second to look down at her left hand. “Funny you should use those words.”

“Funny that you’re making me wait for that three-letter word.”

“Is there a question I’m missing?”

“No.”

“No?” She cocks her brow and purses those succulent lips, yet I see the hint of a smile there.

“Yes.” My mouth quirks up into a cheesy grin, and she rolls her eyes. “You know I’m right.”

“So cocky.”

“Exactly.”

Ava’s eyes fill with unshed tears, and her lips tremble while stretching wide into a smile. “Then, in that case, who am I to argue? Yes.”

“There was never a doubt, baby.” Rolling us over, I thrust deeper, causing her to let out a low moan. I’m hard again, always for her. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping you. Loving you. Making sure that you never doubt just how important you are to me.” Lifting the hand wearing my ring, I kiss it while never taking my eyes off hers. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart, Ava. It’s a treasure I’ll always keep safe and protected. I love you, sweetheart. Always will.”

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