Saving Ava
Ava's image appeared, graceful and mesmerizing, captured in a private moment in her bath.
Carver's breath caught, his body stiffening as he watched her. Her every movement was captivating, the way her fingers caressed her core, the intensity in her eyes as she worked her fingertips in and out. He found himself wishing, with an intensity that startled him, that he could be there to help her, to give her the type of pleasure he knew. He could almost feel her skin under his fingers, hear the soft sigh of pleasure she would make when he got it just right.
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