Ava had a lot of things to talk to him about.
She was angry.
Hell, she was boiling.
She could feel herself exploding anytime soon.
Even the snow underneath her boots melted as she walked on them. She could feel her temperature grow by the second. She closed her eyes and opened the door. Without waiting for Matthew’s invitation, she let herself in.
"I am leaving." Those were the only words that came out of her mouth. After all the things that she thought she would say, starting from her irritation to her anger to his soon to be wife, everything vanished the moment she saw him, half naked fixing a large motorbike.
First and foremost, why does he always remove his shirt when fixing things?
Was it because they were too expensive for oil and grease? Irritation flickered inside her like a damn firecracker.
"Why?" he put the tools down.
"I don’t know... maybe because your soon to be wife showed up and for some reason, I feel like a whore who is trying to get into your pants?" Alright, she wasn’t planning to say that out loud.
"Who?" he frowned.
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. She wanted to say more. But her outburst earlier was enough. In fact, the drama was enough.
She was getting tired of this.
"Are you telling me you don’t know the woman you are supposed to marry?"
He stared at her, his face rigid, clueless. Then he smiled.
"Am I not supposed to marry you?"
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. She was supposed to be angry but the smile on his face was just too much, too distracting.
"She’s here... your fiancée."
He tilted his head.
"Of course, she’s here. In front of me."
"Will you just..." her face flushed when she realized Matthew’s coy smile.
The man was toying with her.
Damnit.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to utter the woman’s name. "Niana."
Ava didn’t know how or why she felt so angry, it was almost suffocating. Her insides bubbled with irritation and she was ready to fight anyone.
"Oh... I could kill her if you asked me to." He said without batting an eyelid.
"Who’s asking you to kill who?"
"Jealous?"
"Shut up!" she growled. Her frustrations slowly creeped in.
Yes. It was another reason for her to leave this place.
He pocketed his hand, emphasizing his jeans. For a moment her eyes focused on his abs. Then she looked away.
This man was a walking sin.
And she should definitely stop thinking about doing him.
Yep. Another reason for her to leave this place.
"I’m serious Matthew."
"If you really want to leave. You would have left without saying goodbye."
"I— "
Her words stopped when Matthew narrowed the gap between them. Without warning, he lifted her up and made her sit on the nearest car’s hood. She let out a surprise squeal.
"What the hell are you — "
"But you didn’t want to leave, did you?" His dangerous tone made her shiver. And for the first time since that night, she saw the complete golden eyes again. This time however, there was no anger in those eyes. Only the torment of being suppressed, forcefully hidden by Matthew.
Before she could say a word, he drew his face closer to hers, his tongue skimming her trembling lips. It was as if he was tasting her while testing her control at the same time.
She wondered if the invisible magnet that seemed to be begging her to return the kiss was alsol a part of this mate bond.
"I have been trying to control myself Ava..."
"You can’t just hide away from me, Matthew." She responded. Yes, she could have waited. But she was never the type to sit there and wait patiently. She knew being patient wasn’t part of her personality.
"I wasn’t hiding away from you." he growled as his hand made its way under her sweater. She trembled when his calloused hand rested on her bare skin.
"Then— "
"I was trying to find ways."
Unimpressed, she lifted her head and stared into his eyes.
"You were hiding Matthew. Don’t treat me like a damn child."
His jaw tightened at her harsh words. But he wasn’t angry, or irritated. He wasn’t fuming. Instead, arousal started clouding his gaze.
Did he like it when she fought back?
"I was holding back," he reasoned.
"From what?"
He inhaled, his golden eyes darkened. Then he said, "From this..."
The kiss that followed spoke of things left unsaid.
And before her mind could process everything, her hand folded against his neck. She let her frustrations flow as she clung onto him and kissed him back as if... her depended on that kiss.
Her lips opened for him just as his hand made its way to the length of her thigh. Then she heard the buttons of his jeans pop.
Her eyes widened. But instead of telling him not to ruin her clothes, she shuddered with desire. Electric pulse hit her core.
Moans escaped her lips when his other hand tugged her bra down. Tugging at her already firm nipples, Ava squirmed. Then he tugged harder.
A whimper escaped her lips. But he wasn’t done.
No, he was far from being done. And Ava could feel it.
Matthew pinched harder as his mouth made its way to the curve of her collarbone, leaving harsh kisses against her skin. He bit on her neck, hard enough to elicit a moan of pain from her but not hard enough to draw blood.
The pain from his teeth against her skin, devastated her control. Her resistance crumbled into oblivion. She hissed and groaned and trembled from the pain.
Yet she wanted more.
Ava never knew that pain would make her quiver. She preferred the kind of vanilla sex that followed after movies and took place under the duvets.
But every second she spent in Matthew’s arms being ravished by his luscious lips, was making her doubt everything about her preferences. He made her feel things she had never felt before. He engulfed her with emotions she never even knew existed before she met him.
Drunk from lust and anticipation, she opened her legs, giving him access to her inner thighs.
She felt his hand on her thigh tremble with excitement as his warm and calloused fingers crept towards her puxsy. The slow tantalizing touch made her eyes roll back and after he was finally done with teasing her, his fingers found her bare, throbbing core.
Her slick entrance welcomed him.
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