He growled and kissed me again, teeth scraping my lip. One hand slid under my thighs, gripping tight, the other slipped between us, pushing against the damp heat between my legs. And I was dripping wet.
“You’re soaked,” he hissed. “You like seeing me like this, Ava. You like seeing me lose control.” I nodded.
“Because of you,” I gasped. “Because I wanted you.”
His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my shoulder, the space just above my breast. Every kiss was a brand. Every breath was a punishment.
“You’re mine now,” he said against my skin. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Diego. I’m yours.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me down with a hunger that made my entire body tremble. His kisses turned feral, his hands hot, greedy, sliding under my top. My skin burned everywhere he
