Page 179 of Never Die for a Sinner
I fuck her through her orgasm, powering into her until she’s shaking in my hands, back bowed, and her pussy leaking down my fingers. I don’t stop, even when she comes, I push her forward and power into her again and again until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck,Ava!”
With a guttural groan, I spill inside her, my entire body vibrating above hers. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life, and I’m not ashamed to admit it’s got nothing to do with what we just did.
It’s her.
It’salwaysbeen her.
With her orgasm fading, she shivers in the cold. The snow blankets her hair, and I brush it off her face when I turn her around to face me, keeping her pinned to the hood of the car with my body because her legs are shaking.
Gently, I brush a lone tear off her cheek, and her eyes meet mine.
There’s a new feeling in the air. Almost like the sinister silence in the calm before the storm.
I may not have it all figured out, but if there’s one thing Idoknow, it’s that when they learn your weakness, people will use it against you.
And unfortunately, staring down into the soft green eyes in front of me, I now know . . . Ava Lynn Ryan has become my weakness too.
LEVI
As gently as possible, I slip my arms under Ava and lift her from the car. She’s still trembling from the last orgasm I gave her when I carry her into the cabin, bridal-style.
“I can walk,” she says softly, but I pretend I don’t hear her and hold her tighter, not willing to let her go.
It’s only been ten minutes, and yet I feel like I’m fucking starved for her touch.
Me.
Starved for the touch of another person. I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing to me, but I’m powerless to stop it. This need I’ve grown accustomed to for her body was never really that at all.
All this time, I’ve been madly fucking in love with this girl, and fighting it every step of the way.
“What are we doing?”
“We’re going to shower, and then we’re going to bed.”
Outside, the snow is falling, but the fire is still warm in the fireplace inside. It’s dark now, and we’re both too exhausted to talk things out tonight.
I set her on the bathroom counter before turning on the lights. She winces from the brightness, and my eyes rake over the damage. She’s got three hickeys on the side of her neck. Her lips are red and swollen, and her hair’s a tangled mess, but she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now when she peeks up at me through her clumped lashes.
Turning away from her, I cross the room and turn on the shower. Steam fills the room, and Ava shivers from her spot on the counter when I step up in front of her.
“I look like I was fucked by a tornado,” she grumbles out of nowhere, and I can’t fight the laugh that rips free. Ava looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head. “Are you feeling okay?”
I slip her shirt over her head and toss it to the side before I move to her jeans and sneakers.
“Okay, brat.” I hold out my hand to her, and for a moment, I think she’s going to deny me. “Ava, get your ass over here.”
Something soft crosses her delicate features, and she slowly slips her fingers in mine, letting me help her down from the counter.
I let out a sigh of relief and lead her towards the shower, letting her get in while I finish undressing.
Ava crosses her arms over her chest, standing under the warm water, her eyes latching onto my abs when I slip the shirt over my head.
I chuckle darkly under my breath. Some things never change.
“Like what you see, baby?”
