Page 54 of Keeping Ava

She wants this. Even after everything that animal put her through, my girl puts her faith in us.

Til death do us part. And even that wouldn’t be enough.

Ava is my everything. The piece of my soul I didn’t know was missing.

She was born to be mine.

Epilogue

Elijah

Six Months Later...

“Oh, God,” she moans, body arching back as her hips pick up their speed above me. She’s breathtaking every day, but when lost in her pleasure, Ava is ethereal. A motherfucking goddess. “So good. So close, baby.”

Her thighs shake on either side of me, tightening against my hips while a mouthwatering flush covers her breasts. Those blue eyes are on mine, heavy lidded and full of so much love that my chest aches.

That my cock throbs against her walls and my hands clutch her hips.

Her want mirrors my own.

Her hunger is felt down to my bones, and I crave it. That spark. That pulse that flows from our bodies, cocooning us in a battle of love and lust and happiness that I never thought I’d be a part of.

She’s mine, and I am hers. End of.

“Fuck, Ava. That’s it. Squeeze me just like that,” I hiss between clenched teeth, my hands guiding her movements. Faster. Harder. The sound of skin meeting skin is obscene in its beauty. “I can feel you, love. Feel how with each thrust you clench—tighten around my cock to keep me buried deep. Is that what you want?”

“Never want this to end.” It’s a breathy whisper. A low, keening sound that settles on the tip of my cock and causes my balls to become heavy. I want her full of my come. Soaked in my essence and hopefully soon, giving me a child.

She’ll be carrying my name. Attached to me for life.

Becoming the mother to my child.

The only woman I swear to love for the rest of this life and any that follow.

“Always.” Slipping my hand between us, I place my thumb over her clit and put pressure, just enough that she shakes and throws her head back, a needy cry slipping past her lips. It’s her tell. That sound gives her away; it’s a delicious warning I revel in each time we’re together. “Look at me.”

At my demand, those beautiful orbs snap to mine, and I see everything I will ever need in them. There’s not a single ounce of doubt in my body that this woman was made for me. A true gift.

My hand leaves her hip and comes up to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her down to me, chest to chest as our hips never cease their movements. As my finger circles that tiny bundle of nerves.

We share a breath, lips hovering. Eyes on each other.

“I love you.” Ava’s tone is just above a whisper before she kisses me, slow and sweet, with every ounce of the love I’m drowning in. “You make me so happy, Elijah. You’ve given me everything.”

“You’re wrong. Not everything.” Adding a bit more pressure, I circle her clit twice and hold still. Her walls pulse, she shivers, and I raise her off my dick until just the tip sits at her opening.

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 an I love you. Each groan that leaves my chest my oath to always protect and cherish.

“Come for me, Ava.”

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