Chapter 40
Forty
SOREN
Ava bends for me, hands braced on the mattress, legs spread exactly the way I need, every last inch of her wrapped in that criminally tight costume that I now consider legally mine.
I step in behind her, curling one hand around the back of her neck, while the other grips her hip, securing myself to reality. Because holy fuck. Ava’s here. She’s real. She’s mine.
And I’m about to demolish her.
I will not be gentle.
I will not be sweet.
No—I’m going to fuck every emotion I’ve swallowed for the last week straight into her.
My cock presses against the seam of her pussy, hot and aching and ready. Her heat soaks through the air. It’s in my lungs.
God, I’ve missed her.
I’ve missed her voice. Her laugh. How she blushes when her name dances off my lips. I’ve missed her too much to be calm.
Underneath this lust, I’m still cracked, still scared shitless. She disappeared without a word. Now she’s bent over my bed as if nothing happened. Like she didn’t take my heart and fucking eviscerate it.
I line myself up, dragging the head of my cock through her folds, slow enough that her legs tremble.
“You scared the hell out of me,” I grind out, voice rough.
She whimpers, hips pushing back into me—begging for it.
“I thought I lost you, Bells,” I whisper, leaning over her back, pressing my chest to her spine, my mouth to her ear. “I’m gonna remind you what you came back to.”
I deliberately drag two fingers over her clit before dipping down to her entrance. She’s so wet, so slick, my fingers slide in with no resistance. My eyes nearly roll back in my skull when her pussy clenches around them. Jesus.
Ava tips her head back, lips parted, lashes fluttering closed as I curl my fingers inside her, tempting that perfect little spot. My thumb circles her clit in a steady rhythm. The noise she makes—half gasp, half needy whimper—shoots straight through me.
She moans again, hips rocking, chasing it. One of her hands comes up, slipping beneath the tight leather corset to tug at her nipple. The sight alone makes my cock twitch in my palm as I give it a slow stroke. I can’t wait any longer.
When my fingers pull free, they glisten with her arousal. I bring them to her lips. “Open,” I command. “And suck.”
Ava’s lips wrap around them. She moans while she sucks my fingers off, tongue licking every drop.
“Filthy little elf. I’m going to keep you locked up here–in this outfit–forever.”
Pulling back, I tap the head of my cock against her ass to tease her with the weight of it before grasping her hips and lining myself up.
“I should take your ass right here,” my tone comes out dark, “make you beg for it. Would you like that, baby? To know every inch of you belongs to me—front, back, everywhere?”
Her answering whimper could make me come.
I drag my teeth along her earlobe, savoring the way she shudders against me. “One word, Bells. One. I’ll have you shaking, soaking wet, forgetting how to breathe, let alone stand.”
“Yes,” she says.
To tease, I press harder against her. Ava’s nails bite into the sheets, desperate, needy. I grin against her neck. “Yeah. I bet you would. But not right now, baby. Right now, I’m about to make your pussy feel so fucking good.”
A second later, I drive in, balls deep in one thrust. Ava’s a velvet vice gripping me hard. I have to grit my teeth so I don’t fucking lose it on the spot. I’m barely holding on as I let her adjust, allowing me not to explode before she does.
My hand curves around her throat, turning her head to mine. As she melts under my touch, I press forward, chest to her back, closing every inch between us.
“Soren,” she breathes.
“You can take more, baby.” One hand on her hips, my other working her clit rhythmically between my fingers, I pull out halfway only to sink back in—slow and deep—over and over until she pushes back, meeting my thrusts,
And then, I give it to her.
Every. Fucking. Inch.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Sharp. Wet. Relentless. Each thrust lands with a slap, echoing through the loft like applause.
Our show.
Her breath stutters every time I bottom out, and she tightens around me with every stroke. Her body’s trying to drag me deeper, keep me buried. It knows I belong there.
“Yes, Soren, fuck me,” Ava cries out, and I swear I see fairy sprites dancing overhead in that moment. Or maybe just Ava Bell in thigh-highs and elf ears, which is honestly better.
Gripping her hips, I drive in at a brutal rhythm, chasing the obscene sounds our bodies are making, never letting up, never stopping.
“Hear that, Bells?” I rasp, slowing down. “That’s the sound of your pretty pussy getting fucking obliterated.”
“You feel so good,” Ava moans, high and broken. She presses back against me, greedy for more. “Please don’t stop.”
Shifting my weight backward, I pull out of her. Immediately moving between her legs, my entire palm rubs against her slick heat. She whimpers at the loss of my cock but grinds against my hand, surrendering to the friction.
“Fucking say it,” I growl, fingers working over her dripping cunt with punishing precision. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Soren,” she gasps, voice catching. “Always you.”
That word undoes me. You.
“Now, please fuck me,” Ava cries out again.
I slam my dick back into her, once, twice, deep, and final. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pump hard until we both shatter. My body shudders against hers, she gasps beneath me, trembling, unraveling, her pussy pulsing and clenching around my cock.
For a long moment, we don’t move. Our bodies remain locked. Breaths mingled. Hearts syncing. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, one to her shoulder, another above the corset’s edge. Tender. Loving.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I whisper against her skin.
She reaches back, threading her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. “I missed you, too,” she whispers. “Even when I was trying not to.”
The words land right where the hurt’s been festering all week. My forehead presses against her shoulder blades. I breathe her in, trying to decide if I want to fuck her again or finally demand the answer that’s been clawing me apart.
I settle for both.
But for now, my cheek rests against the top of her head. We stay there, stitched together, sweaty, breathless, elf ears forgotten, the fire popping in the background. There’s nothing else in the world right now.
Just her.
Just me.
Just us.