Marcus’s lips trailed down her body, and he explored the swells of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach before he reached the lacy edge of her underwear. As his fingers pulled the material down her legs, his lips continued their path south until they met her core.
Ava gasped, and her hands moved to his head, not to pull him away but to keep him exactly where he was. She showed no signs of shyness or nervousness as she ground herself against his mouth and shouted out a curse when he added his fingers. Marcus was surprised by her confidence, but he should have known that his mate wouldn’t be all virtuous innocence―she was far too fierce and bold to be held back by shyness.
Her grip demanded that he not stop until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure that he could from her body, a
