Ava: His Touch
Lucas pulls his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft and aching for more. I whimper at the loss of contact, my hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to regain it. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
"Patience, my little mate," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I'll give you what you need."
Before I can respond, he's kneeling before me, yanking my pants down until they puddle at my feet. Exposed. Vulnerable.
But when Lucas looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and hunger, I feel powerful.
A kiss to the inside of my thigh. Lips, hot and soft. I gasp at the contact, my fingers tightening in his hair.
A trail of kisses. Waves of pleasure. And desire that grabs my thoughts and twists them into a delicious tangle.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath tickling my skin. "You're so beautiful, Ava," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I could spend hours worshipping your body."