It begins with us.

Chapter Twenty-One🔥

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains sexual content.

Ava's POV

My lungs felt like they were set on fire, burning as Yaakov’s tongue licked and sucked every inch of my mouth, leaving my legs feeling like jelly as I gripped onto his shirt for support, my nails digging into the soft material while I pulled him closer. There was no space between us, his body pressed against mine hard as his large hands held onto my face, moving my head back so that he could deepen our kiss. I didn't think it was possible for his tongue to go further, but it did and I wanted so much more of him. He tasted like whisky, making me lose my mind as I drank him in greedily. I felt him push his pelvis into me, growling as he pinned my lower half against the basin while he ground his cock against my lower abdomen, the heat that had exploded within me was something I couldn't describe, my core was throbbing to the point that I began to rub my legs together, needing the friction to ease my current state while he drove me into absolute bliss.

His hands moved from my face, travelling down my neck and shoulders leaving the most delicious goosebumps in their wake. I gasped into his mouth when his fingers gripped the bottom of my ass, squeezing the soft tissue before lifting me. I moaned into his mouth at the sudden movement, my fingers loosened around the fabric of his shirt, my arms wrapping around his neck while my legs intertwined around his waist. His fingers dug deeper into me as I moaned into him more, my body coming alive as I began to grind my core onto his stomach, having relinquished all sense as I became lost in this hypnotic and erotic feeling that had overwhelmed me. My body and soul began to crave him on a higher level while I leaned forward into him. We began to move through the room, my fingers gripping his hair as I forced him to kiss me deeper. I couldn't get enough of him. His kisses, touch, smell and presence set my body alight with desire.

I became weightless for a moment in time before landing on top of the bed. My breathing was erratic, my body cold as it craved his warmth and comfort. All I could do was look up at the most exotic sight before me, feeling my core leak and my heart thunder inside my chest. He looked like the terrifying God of death. His hair was unruly, chest heaving up and down while dried blood stained his shirt, face and hands. His eyes were dark as night, pinning me to my spot while my tongue skimmed over my lips. His fists were clenched as he stood tall in front of me, like a lion ready to devour his prey. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and I almost took my breath away. His fingers began to undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one I watched as he revealed himself to me. I couldn't look away, finding the very sight sinful. His chest and torso were covered in a dark brush of hair that made my mouth water. His chest was hard like stone, strong abdomen was graced with a six-pack that travelled to the V that hid beneath his pants. He removed his shirt slowly, his muscles moving tightly under the material as his shoulders flexed.

"Is this ok?"

His voice came out horse, making me bit my lip as I nodded slowly towards him, watching as his eyes danced with hunger. My eyes widened at the man standing before me, my own body experiencing this unbelievable wave of ecstasy that left my body feeling completely helpless. Once his shirt fell to the floor, his fingers moved to the buckle that was holding his pants up, fuck, he undid the buckle but left his pants alone, moving slowly and beautifully onto the bed between my trembling legs. His devilish smile sent a fresh wave of fear to engulf me, but not the type of fear that would have me running for the hills, no, this was the type of fear that had my heart aching with something different, something that I was sure people in love felt every moment of every day. With my back laid flush against the mattress below, and Yaakov now hovering above me, I moved my trembling hand up and onto his handsome face. I felt him tense as I threaded my fingers through his beard, feeling the soft skin and harsh hairs on the pads of my fingertips. This was something I had wanted to do since the very moment I looked upon his handsome.