Ava’s words lingered in the quiet bedroom like smoke soft, earnest, and far more dangerous than she realized.
“I want to experience it all,” she whispered against my chest, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “The whips… the rules… being your bad girl. I want everything you enjoy, Eric. I want to be part of your world.”
Those words hit me harder than any thing I’d ever had with experienced partners. Because they came from her…. my sweet, innocent Ava, who blushed at compliments and still believed the best in people. The fact that she was offering herself so openly, so trustingly, after everything I had shown her tonight, sent a deep, possessive heat rolling through me.
I tightened my arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
“You’re sure?” I asked again, voice low
