Avery’s POVHe kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the slam cut through the night like a gunshot.His mouth never left mine once, if anything his tongue dug deeper into my mouth, rough and hungry. My legs clamped around his waist, heels digging into his back. Every step of his pressed his hard cock against my center. I rocked against him chasing that thick pressure, that did something in me.He set me down in the middle of the room slowly, letting my feet find the floor but his hands were still locked on my waist, mine locked at the back of his neck. Our foreheads touched, our breathing ragged. His heartbeat slammed faster against mine.The room was dark except for the city light slipping through the curtains, painted gold stripes across his face. I saw the raw need in his eyes, his tight set of his jaw, and the way his chest heaved.He walked me back until my knees hit the bed.I dropped onto the bed and he followed, one knee sinking beside my hip, heat pouring off him. H
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