Page 142 of Revenge

“I have superman’s enhanced hearing.”

I chuckle. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” She opens her eyes and looks at me, then stands, letting me drink her in. “When you’ve finished gawking at me, I need a towel,” she declares.

“Yes, boss.” I help her out of the bathtub before pulling her close and kissing her.

My hands are holding her face as I swallow her soft moans. Her hands are over my shoulders, nails digging into my back. She breaks the kiss and pushes me away. I see her intentions immediately when she starts unbuttoning my shirt. Three buttons in, she gives up and rips the shirt open. With my shirt on the floor, she works on my undershirt. Eventually, she gives up and sinks to her knees to unbuckle my belt. Soon, my pants are pooled at my feet. She looks at me with eyes like pools of molten fire before sliding me into her mouth. She begins slowly at first, like I’m something to savor. She swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock before sliding her mouth back down my shaft. She doesn’t use her hands, just her mouth, and her eyes are fixed on mine all the while, drawing me into their depths.

“Fuck, Ava,” I growl. She continues, determined. “Get up,” I command. She looks at me. “Now.” She sits back on her feet. I help her up.

I lead her to the bedroom. The walls on the side of the bedroom are made of glass. We’re on the third floor overlooking the mountain, and on a clear night like tonight, you can see everything. But right now, I’m focused on the only view that matters. I lead her to the bed and sit her on the edge. Our eyes never leave each other as I kiss her lips and neck, making my way to her breasts. With every inch of progress I make, she moans. I take one breast in my mouth while I pinch the other. She cries in pleasure as her nails dig into my shoulders, breaking the skin this time.

“You have no idea the power you hold over me,” I confess as I keep going lower. I gently push her onto her back.

She knows what’s coming, but I feel the desire in her body. She grips the sheets as my mouth gets closer. I’m taking my time, not wanting to rush, savoring every second. Her moans get louder as I’m reaching my final stop. She tries to quiet herself with her hand but is not successful. On my first lick, she screams my name. She has a hold on me, but I have a hold on her too. It doesn’t matter how much she fights this, we will always end up together. She was born to be mine. I continue slowly enjoying every moan she rewards me with. Her enjoyment only makes me harder. I need to claim her, show her I own her body. I’m the last man she will ever be with.

“Come for me, baby girl,” I command.

“Viktor,” she screams as she lets go.

I don’t give her any time to rest and get in bed hovering over her. I kiss her so she can taste herself. As I deepen the kiss, I spread her legs with my knee. Knowing what I expect from her she positions herself. I break the kiss and as we stare, I begin to slide in. It’s slow at first. The moment I’m inside she wraps her legs around my waist and uses her feet on my ass to push me further inside. It’s fucking heavenly. But I’m desperate for her so I begin to move faster, thrusting harder and harder. It’s rough. The noise of our bodies connecting is drowning the silence in the bedroom. It’s like a fucking symphony.

“I’m going to come,” she cries, but I already know. Her body is screaming for release.

“Let’s do it together, baby girl.”

After nearly three hours of nonstop sex, we lay side by side, catching our breaths. I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling, when Ava turns on her side toward me.

“Viktor.” I turn to look at her. “Thank you,” she whispers

“For?”

“Today. For this. This place makes me feel like we can have ‘normal.’ I didn’t realize how much I needed it until now. How much I craved it.”

“You don’t need to thank me. This is the life I promise to give you. A life where you can relax and let your guard down.”

“It’s so easy here. You look relaxed.”

I turn to look at her but don’t say anything.

“What is it?” she asks with concern.

“I want you to marry me. For you to be Mrs. Manarch.”

She sits up, and her eyes are wild. “Please don’t ask me that. Can’t we just enjoy this?”

I sit up. “I want you to carry my name,” I say firm.

“We’re together. Why does it matter what last name I carry? It’s just a piece of paper.” She gets out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s late. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Ava,” I get out of bed to follow her.

“Don’t. Just let things be. Right now, this works for me.”

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