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And then he was coming, his cock pulsing. He groaned, low and primitive from deep in his chest, and filled her ass with cum.

It was as if her orgasm had sparked his, and far from pounding in and out of her virginal ass, he barely moved as he rode through his release.

Ava was grateful; she was already experiencing a wild storm of sensations. The pleasure was extending, her clit thudding against the vibe. Her body shook and trembled, she was so hot and slick with sweat.

Finally the ecstasy began to abate. She fought to catch her breath and discarded the vibe.

When she opened her eyes to the light of day she realized how lost she’d been in her own sexy world. Folded in on pleasure and sensation.

His breaths blew hot and hard on her shoulder as he cupped her right breast, flicking her nipple gently. “Are you okay?”

“Yes… that was…”

“Amazing?”

“Different.”

“Different good?” he asked.

“Yes…”

“Thank fuck for that, because I intend to be in here, a lot. Your ass is fucking heaven.”

She giggled, even though she was still fighting for breath, then squirmed when the movement shifted his cock inside her. She’d never thought of her ass as heaven before.

He nuzzled her neck. “Coming home to you has made me so happy.”

“Coming home to my ass, you mean.”

“Well, that too… but mainly you. I love you, Ava, everything I do is to care and protect you and make you happy, in and out of the bedroom.”

She squeezed his arm. “I know.” And she believed him, she really did. Griff was her protector and her lover. He understood her in a way no one else did, even herself. She was lucky to have found him again, or had he found her? Either way, she had no intention of carelessly losing him this time. She’d been a fool back then, a scared cowardly fool, but now… now her eyes were open.

And Griff was all she saw.

Chapter 18

Griff checked in the mirror for the tenth time and fiddled with his blue tie. “Ava, we’re going to be late,” he called up the stairs.

“Hang on.”

He scowled and checked his watch. It was eight minutes past three. They were supposed to have left at three to get to the church on time.

“Ava,” he called again. “I mean it… now.” His jaw tightened.

He heard a bang then footsteps. “Coming.”

But it took her another minute to appear and then she came slowly, tottering in high heels that matched the long pale blue silky dress she’d chosen for Sandy and Ted’s wedding.

She sauntered through the doorway toward him. “How do I look?” She placed her hands on her waist and cocked her hips.

She looked fucking amazing but she knew that, so instead he said, “Like a little brat who has made us late.”

A frown line etched between her perfectly made-up eyebrows and she pouted.

“We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago.”

“I had to apply another layer of mascara.”

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