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Ava was his, and he was going to claim her, thrill her, and never let her go.

His life was complete.

Chapter 17

Ava’s tongue danced with Griff’s as he strode into the bedroom still kissing her. The curtains were closed, the duvet thrown back from where she’d left the bed to shower an hour ago.

He set her down, his body weight landing softly as he stretched over her.

“Aren’t you tired?” she murmured onto his lips and ran her hands over his bare shoulders.

“I’m never too tired to make love to my beautiful woman.” He kissed over her cheek to her ear, his hands slipping up her t-shirt to cup her breasts.

She arched her back and he tweaked her right nipple, pulling it to a point.

She gasped, her body turned on by his deft way of handling her.

“I want you naked,” he murmured. “And I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

A thrill went through her. Griff always had new things to try, to do, boundaries to push.

He tugged and lifted and removed her clothes.

She stretched out naked, toes pointed, and squirmed on the bed, waiting for his next move.

He leaned over her and tugged open the drawer, pulled out the slim vibrator. “Here, use it on your clit.” He pressed it into her hand.

She took it, flicked it on at the base, then drifted the buzzing tip over her navel. She circled it twice, then went lower to her pussy.

He propped on one elbow and watched the vibes progress as he continued to play with her nipples. His pupils were wide, his eyelids heavy.

She parted her thighs and slipped the vibe to her clit.

With a gasp she canted her hips, instantly needing more. She was greedy for it, greedy for everything she and Griff could experience together.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he murmured, switching nipples.

“You make me hot.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Work yourself to orgasm while I watch you.”

Yes, that was what she wanted. Him. His attention. To be the center of his focus.

She widened her legs and his erection, still encased in his sweats, nudged her thigh. She was wet now, and the vibrator buzzing over her clit made her pussy tremble.

“Mmm…” she moaned and twisted her head, rubbing the vibe over and around her clit just the way she liked.

He dragged her right nipple long, to the point of pain, then released it and did the same to the other one.

The added sensation had her inner thighs quivering and she pressed the vibe harder, sensing the pressure building. It wouldn’t take her long to orgasm, and knowing he was watching every expression, every tilt of her hips, every flick of her wrist turned her on all the more.

“Are you getting close?” he murmured against her lips.

“Yes… yes…”

And she was, it was almost there. Just a few more of the wickedly good rotations on the tip on her clit and she’d…

“Stop.” He clasped her wrist and held it up.

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