Chapter 116: Ava: Need for Space

I wrap my legs around him as he enters, slow and careful, in a burn that only heightens the desire.

But he's too careful.

Too gentle.

Too thoughtful.

"Lucas," I whine, tightening my legs around him and yanking him in.

His hips surge forward and the entire length of him sinks into me, filling me in a way that makes me feel complete.

Whole.

But all control he has is gone. He'd used what was left of it to try to ease his way in.

Now it's all hard, heavy thrusts and wild rhythm, with my body half off the bed and supported only by his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my ass.

I think I scream. I'm not sure. I'm dizzy over the pleasure as he hits that spot deep inside, a place that almost hurts every time he slams home.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Ava," he groans, and I can't answer.

I can barely breathe.

All I can do is moan and shove back against the bed to try and meet his every thrust, wanting it harder.