Ava’s POV
His heat crashed over me from behind—thick, and suffocating, like standing too close to an open flame. His breath grazed my neck in short, uneven bursts. Hot and fast as my skin prickled. My hairs stood on end. Every nerve screamed awake.
His fingers found the zipper. He dragged it down my spine—slow, and deliberate. The metal teeth parted with a soft, rasping hiss that echoed in my ears. Cool air rushed in—sharp, biting contrast to the fever flooding my skin. My dress loosened. Slid off shoulders. It pooled at my feet in a quiet whisper of silk. Only black bra and panties remained on my body. My n*****s were still soft instantly under lace—tight, aching peaks.
I didn’t turn. I didn’t speak either.
He stayed right there. His chest hovering inches from my back. I felt every ri
