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My fingers trail up her legs, lingering on her smooth thighs before slipping between her legs. She gasps, panting as my fingers tease her sensitive flesh. She's dripping and ready for me.

Gently, I press two fingers inside, relishing the sounds she makes. I increase my tempo, and she throws her head back, body quivering with anticipation.

Our bodies align, heat building between us, and she grinds against me with a throaty moan.

Ava's hand moves down to my chest, her fingers tracing the outline of my muscles. Her touch is electric, and I grow harder with every stroke. Without a word, she leads me down the hallway to her bedroom.

I follow willingly, the heat between us burning hotter with each step. Once inside, she pushes me onto the bed before straddling me. Her eyes are dark with desire, and I can feel her heat against my thighs.

“Let me be bad, soldier boy,” she whispers before kissing me deeply.

Ava traces patterns on my chest and stomach before latching onto my neck, sucking and nipping lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock.

I pull her closer, savoring the feel of her tongue against mine. I can't remember ever feeling this way before—unrestrained, unhinged, free. She reaches between us, fumbling with my pants before finally freeing my aching cock.

She takes charge, wrapping her fingers around me and tightening her grip around my length. I groan as she strokes me, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Her rhythm is slow and steady, her touch enough to drive me wild. It takes every ounce of restraint not to thrust into her fist. But then it will all be over, and I want to make it last.

I hitch her legs around my hips, positioning myself at her entrance.

“Fuck, Ava,” I moan, my fingers digging into her hips. One hand cups her breast while the other eases me into her warm depths.

“Shh,” she whispers.

She lets out a soft moan as I flip her over, my strong hands guiding her body beneath mine.She whimpers as I stretch her gently, her walls hugging me tightly in a vise-like grip.

Her soft gasp tightens something deep within me. I let out a satisfied groan when her body tenses around mine.

We move together, our bodies fitting perfectly.

The sensation of skin on skin is like coming home. But I force myself to move slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Ava exhales, her breath a warm whisper on my neck.

“I feel like I'm flying when I'm with you,” she breathes, her hands running along the lines of my back.

Our eyes meet, and my chest tightens with emotion. Her arms wrap around me tighter as we move together.

“Christ, Ava, I–” Words fail me as I slide into her, and our breaths become one.

“I'm close,” she gasps, her body trembling with pleasure.

My orgasm is building. I'm not far behind.

Ava buries her face in my neck as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. With a final cry, I follow her over the edge, and we come together, our bodies shaking with the force of our release.

“That was incredible,” she says quietly, tracing circles on my chest with her finger. I nod before pressing my lips against hers in a soft kiss.

We lie there for a long time, neither of us wanting to move. Finally, Ava props herself up on one elbow.

“Hey,” she says suddenly, breaking the silence.

CHAPTER9

CARTER

This thing between us started as a tender exploration, but it's become so much more. I can’t pull away; it’s already too late. Holding Ava, her body fitted to mine, we’re like two puzzle pieces.

There's no turning back, and why would I want to? Ava is a blessing. My once-frozen heart belongs to her, and I never want to let her go.

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