Page 56 of Never Die for a Sinner
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly. One of my hands hooks underneath her knee, bringing her leg up so I can hit her deeper. The other fists the roots of her hair to drag her head back.
She’s panting, her breathing mirroring my own. I bury my face in the side of her neck, nipping and sucking a path up to her jaw. I feel her heart pounding in the pulse point in her throat. Taste the perspiration clinging to her skin. These aren’t things I normally notice, but somehow, all it makes my chest tighten irrationally.
I skim my lips over her ear, my voice rough. “Who fucks you, baby girl?”
“Do you have to talk?”
I’d love to punish her for that, but for now, I let it go because I know how bad my filthy mouth turns her on.
“Answer the question, little ghost.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and suddenly, I’m acutely aware of how she tastes.
“You do.”
I shake my head, heat sliding down the base of my spine as my cock grows thicker. Ava’s lashes flutter, her desperate little whimpers driving me fucking insane.
“Wrong answer, Ava.”
Her brows knit together in confusion, dissolving into one of pure desire when I change the angle of our hips, allowing me to brush over that sweet spot inside her.
“Levi.”
The sound of her saying my name sends a rush through me that rivals any narcotic on the market.
“Again.”
“Levi,” she breathes, her voice airier. A groan rumbles through me, and I roll my groin against her clit, drawing out a soft moan that does really does it for me.
I skim my lips down the side of her face, dangerously close to her mouth. Fuck, I want to kiss her. I’ve never wanted to kiss another soul in my life. Kissing breeds feelings, and where Ava and I are concerned, there are none. Nothing more than contempt and this maddening desire to fuck her that I can’t seem to control.
“Again,” I demand, knowing I sound like the fucking psychopath she claims I am, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Levi,” she moans, her eyes growing heavy and her breathing shallow.
I fist her hair tighter, and she rolls her hips against mine with every thrust. Her little moans fill the night air, spurring me on.
“Levi . . . I’m going . . .”
I grab her hands, pinning them to the ground above her head, and give her what she needs to come for me, again.
She explodes underneath me, crying out my name like it’s a Hail Mary into the night.
“Levi. . .” she cries, her tight pussy strangling my cock. She steals the breath from my lungs, and I fuck her through her orgasm with quick, harsh thrusts. It feels so fucking good, I swear I black out for a moment.
I slam into her, my vision blurry and my chest tight. And then I fucking explode.
“Fuck, Ava . . .”I grip her with bruising force, a white-hot light shooting through me when I come so hard, it steals my breath away.
The moment I float back down to earth, it’s to find her watching me through half-lidded eyes. I pause, a tremor rolling through me from how hard I’d come.
Prissy little Ava Ryan made me come harder than I ever have in my life.
Fuck. What has she done to me?
She’s shivering underneath me. Whether from her orgasm or the cold, I don’t know. I draw her closer, pressing her against me to warm her up.
She shakes in my arms, and when I pull out of her, I hiss at the loss of her wet heat.
