Maximus took the lead, pulling Ava closer, pressing her firmly against his chest as his mouth moved on hers. Hot. Demanding. Unapologetically possessive.
His little wife had lips made for kissing. They were voluptuous and soft. They gave in to the slightest pressure, molding to his mouth with an unconscious sexuality that felt both instinctive and intoxicating. They were like a siren's call, luring him deeper, making it impossible to pull away.
He groaned low in his throat, his pulse pounding as her taste flooded his senses. Sweet, warm, and entirely hers. His hand roamed instinctively, and his fingers gripped her hips with enough force to make her gasp.
Her gown was already up her waist from cradling him, and her pink panties were uncovered.
Unable to resist, his fingers trailed the smooth curve of her thighs, before he gripped her soft butt cheeks which were as soft as he'd imagined.
