Ava settled over him, straddling him slowly, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. She moved with measured patience, her eyes never breaking from his as she sandwiched him between her thighs. The connection between them was magnetic, warm, impossible to ignore.
"I'm sorry, Big Man," she murmured sultrily and slid herself down on him. She reached out, placing her hands on his shoulders, feeling the familiar tension of muscle beneath her palms. She loved how he felt; solid, safe, hers.
"If you do a good job, I'll consider forgiving you," he replied, trying to hold back a groan, his hands sliding to her hips. He wasn't as immune to her as he pretended to be. Not even close.
Ava began to move, gently and slowly, her rhythm unhurried as if savoring every second. Her touch was a whispered apology. "I love you, Alpha Lucas Raventhorn," she said.
