Nikolai
My wife was trying to kill me.
“Are you mad at me?” Ava murmurs, pressing her lips against the base of my throat. I bite back a groan, clenching my fist at my sides to keep from touching her. Her words are slow, and a bit slurred, reminding me that anything beyond this was Impossible.
She's been like this since we got into the car. Her body partially draped over mine, warm and inviting, the scent of cherries mixed with the heat of her skin, making it impossible for me to think straight.
I know I should stop her at this point but what can I say? I'm a sucker for pain.
And my wife's touch.
Her fingers glide across my chest, tracing invisible patterns across the skin where my shirt was unbuttoned. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes and it takes me a second to process tha
