Beneath This Man(35)

Oh my God.

I'm still pulsing and riding out my orgasm when I'm vaguely aware of being gently rocked back and forth, the slight motion draining everything he has to give me.

I pull my face away from his shoulder and plant a kiss on the bite mark.

'You're a savage, lady.' He twists his head to take a look at himself, and then his eyes flick to mine.

Taking possession of my mouth, he kisses me deeply and I squeeze him in my arms, joining him in his blissful oblivion. I could stay like this forever, completely encased in Jesse.

'I'm going to take you to bed and sleep all night buried deep inside you.' He slowly begins to lift, keeping us connected. 'Kiss me, now.' he commands as he starts striding out of the gym with me wrapped around his waist. I run my hands through his hair and gently yank it before slowly lowering my lips to his.

'Savage.' he says against my lips.

I smirk and open my eyes as he takes the stairs, finding him staring at me as our tongues dance leisurely between our mouths. I hold his eyes with mine the entire way to the bedroom where he lowers me to the bed under him. I can feel him hardening inside me again. This man is relentless.

Hooking his arm under my lower back, he shifts me up the bed until my head finds a pillow, our mouths and bodies remaining locked the whole journey.

'Stay with me.' he says, pulling back and brushing my hair away from my face. He studies me intently, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at having me in his arms.

'I'm here.'

'Move in with me.' He drops his face and circles my nose with his.

Oh? Does this man know the meaning of the word gradual? He's being a bit hasty, and we still haven't discussed any of the more important stuff - like The Manor and work and his challenging ways.

'I want you here when I go to sleep.' He licks my bottom lip. 'And I want you here when I wake up. Starting and ending my day with you is all I need.'

Now, I'm fully aware that if I don't give the answer he wants, I'm facing an attack of the sulks or a sense f*ck, and I don't want to spoil this moment. I need this moment. 'Do you not think this is all a bit soon?' I ask.

He pulls his face up, his expression not quite sulky, but well on its way. 'You obviously do.'

'It's been two days.' I try to reason with him.

He frowns. 'Two days since what?' He lifts his torso up and slips out from me a little, planting his forearms into the mattress on either side of my head. He plunges forward and my breath catches in my throat. 'I want this every morning and every night.' He smirks, knowing damn well what he's doing to me. He's going to hit me with a sense f*ck. 'And maybe a bit in between.' He lazily pulls back and slowly pushes forward again. I clench my eyes closed. I'm not fooled that he is about to make love to me. Maybe, if I agree, I'll get gentle Jesse, but I'm really not sure about living with him.

'You only want me for my body.' I feign shock on a rushed breath.

He gasps and drives long and controlled into me. 'You don't want this?'

I throw my head back and moan. 'You don't play fair, Mr Ward.'

He withdraws slowly. 'Say yes!' he shouts as he pounds forward, knocking the wind right out of me, forcing my arms to fly back to brace myself on the headboard. 'Have I got to f*ck some sense into you, Ava?'

Oh, here it comes. He's going to f*ck some sense into me that makes no sense at all. Moving in with him? It's way too soon.

My muscles tighten and my blood heats, sailing through my veins at a ridiculous speed. I hate that he does this to me. All sensibility is well and truly derailed. 'No!' I snap, and he thunders into me again, grunting as he does. He reaches forward with his bad hand and slides his palm under the back of my head, pulling me up to face him. I'm not sure if the scowl on his face is because he's mad or because his hand is hurting.

'Say it.' he orders and then charges forward again.

I'm not going to give in on this. It really is too soon. He won't stop this; he's too far gone himself. 'No.' I state firmly and precisely on a pant.

He growls and hammers forward, pounding mercifully into me. I grip onto him with the muscles of my womb as he forces me further up the bed. 'Fucking hell, say it, Ava!' he roars. A bead of sweat trails down his temple and his frown line jumps into position.

'No!'

'Ava!' he shouts, and it echoes around the bedroom before he smashes our mouths together viciously. I buck and writher under his forceful body and greedy mouth as my pending release simmers low in my groin. 'You like that?' he gasps against my mouth as he persists with his relentless pounds.