<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">A soft exhale passed parted lips as his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck, little shocks to her system that only served to arouse her more. As his hip continued to rock powerfully, picking up speed and intensity, she could tell that he was nearing the crescendo of his pleasure. Those deep, lustful groaned that vibrated in his chest told her that he was so close, and the way his muscles firmed beneath his marked skin just as he drove his cock into her the warm, welcoming confines of her sex made her release her own sounds of gratification. Ava’s affectionate and encouraging gestures persisted, her hand stroking along his back sensually and adoringly while she gladly allowed him to press into her as hard and as deep as he needed to. With a rough pump, a loud collision of the bodies, she felt the hot rush of his release. Her pussy was all too eager to receive the warm torrent, and she hummed delightedly at the pleasant heat that seemed to hit every part of her. Closing her eyes she simply enjoyed the feeling of him inside her, the expression of his satisfaction as those pleasurable motions slowed. <br/>
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As she opened her eyes she saw him staring down at her, the fondness in his eyes warming her heart a thousand times over it seemed. She couldn’t help but smile herself, pleased beyond words as he began to slip himself from her sensitive sex. He lowered himself down so that he could claim her lips, and Ava’s hold around him tightened. She indulged in the taste of him, something she knew she would never grow tired of. Even his touch was a sensation she knew would never grow old, not when such exhilaration accompanied the slow glide of his hand as it made its way up her stomach to grip her luscious breast. It was nearly enough to get her excited all over again. Her breath hitched, catching in her throat as a shiver reverberated throughout her provocative form. There was no doubt in her mind that if their lips lingered for much longer that her body would have felt the return of the temptation that had led them to the hotel in the first place. Wes let himself rest beside her, and it was only then that she realized just how exhausted she was. As he pulled her close, and she nestled into him, she worked on catching her breath; amazed that she was so relaxed and yet so wonderfully tired. <br/>
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Ava soon began to calm herself, aided by soothing gestures. The stroke of his fingers moving through her glossy tresses eased her. She couldn’t recall the last time she was so content or so happy. Her smile returned to her lips as he spoke, a gentle bout of laughter following his words. “I missed you, too.” She admitted, letting her forehead rest against his. “When we last parted ways, I didn’t think I’d miss you as much as I have. It must have been those late night serenades . . . Or maybe going almost an entire day without speaking to you after over a week of having you at my fingertips.” Ava pressed a kiss to his lips, short but sweet. She cuddled into the warmth of his arms, resting there for a moment before her eyes snapped open and she gently pulled away from his hold. “We forgot.” She grabbed the blanket at the bottom of the bed, wrapping it around her to cover herself as she moved to the door. Her legs were much weaker than she anticipated, and she wobbled the very first step she took. She cast a glance over her shoulder quickly, hopeful he missed the little teeter that nearly made her stumble. Even after she recovered gracefully she couldn’t seem to walk a straight line as her love-drunk legs carried her to the door. <br/>
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Outside of the room there was a bottle awaiting them. She could only imagine what sounds either drowned out the knocking at the door or drove the delivery person away. Ava picked it up, and shut the door, moving toward the bar where to grab a corkscrew. Knowing her way around a bottle of wine, she made short work of the cork. She plucked up two glasses and poured them both a serving before returning to the bed. Holding a glass out to him, she eased herself back down on the mattress, resting her back against the headboard. She extended her glass to him, “To . . . Really great sex.” Ava waited until the clink of their glasses before she took the first sip. The sweet red liquid yet another treat after a night of many. As she relaxed into the comfort of the bed beside him, she hoped that there would be more evenings like this. In between all the hunting, the bloodshed and the danger, she wanted the simplicity of a normal romance as much as they could. She had her own baggage, and she knew Wes had a great deal of his own considering his unresolved past. But, she was hopeful. “So, what kept you away from me all day? You gave me a very cryptic answer last night, but I just wanted to make sure I have no competition to worry about.” She chuckled teasingly, still willing to respect his privacy if he chose to maintain it, but curious nonetheless.</span>