Chapter 23

Ava's fingers danced along the contours of Damien's body, her touch a mixture of feather-light caresses and firm, possessive grips. She could see the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, a ghost of another woman's memory that lingered there. But she was determined to banish those thoughts, to replace them with the heat of their shared desire.

"I'm going to make you forget all about her," Ava murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Before Damien could respond, Ava's lips were on his, her tongue tracing the outline of his mouth before delving inside. The kiss was deep and demanding, a prelude to the passion that was about to unfold.

She broke away, her eyes locked on his as she began a slow, torturous descent down his body. Her lips left a trail of fire in their wake, each kiss, lick, and nip stoking the flames of his arousal.

When she reached his cock, already hard and straining towards her, Ava paused. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with wicked promise. Then, with excruciating slowness, she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Damien's hips bucked instinctively, a groan escaping his lips as Ava took him deeper into her mouth. She worked him with expert precision, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked and licked, her hands cupping and stroking his balls in time with her movements.

The sensation was exquisite, the heat and wetness of her mouth enveloping him, the visual of her blonde hair spilling over his thighs adding to the eroticism of the moment. But Ava was not content to let him linger in the pleasure of her mouth.

She released him with a final, teasing flick of her tongue, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she crawled back up his body. Straddling him, she positioned herself over his erection, her hand guiding him to her entrance.

With a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruelty, Ava lowered herself onto him, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the feeling of his cock filling her, stretching her. She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, each motion a deliberate tease that promised more.

Damien's hands found their way to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought the urge to thrust upwards, to take control. But this was Ava's show, and she was in no hurry to relinquish her power.

She rode him with an ease that spoke of practiced skill, her body undulating in a rhythm as old as time. The sound of their mingled moans and the slap of wet skin against skin filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.

Ava picked up the pace, her movements becoming more frenzied as she chased her release. Damien matched her stroke for stroke, his own climax building with an intensity that threatened to consume him.

Together, they teetered on the brink, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. And as Ava's muscles tightened around him, Damien knew that he was lost, that she had indeed made him forget, if only for a moment.

The room pulsed with the raw energy of their desire, each breath, each touch, fueling the fire that raged between them. Ava, with her hair cascading like a golden waterfall around her shoulders, was the epitome of seduction, her body moving with a sultry grace that commanded Damien's full attention.

Damien's hands explored the curves of her body, tracing the lines of her waist, her hips, with an urgency that betrayed his attempts to remain detached. But Ava was a maelstrom, and he was willingly being swept away by the storm of her making.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, "Let go, Damien. Just feel."

Her words, soft and seductive, were a command he was powerless to resist. With a low growl, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. Ava's eyes widened with surprise, then darkened with delight as he thrust into her with a force that elicited a gasp from her lips.

The new angle hit depths within Ava that made her vision blur. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back as he set a punishing rhythm. The sound of their skin slapping together, the heady scent of sex, it was all-consuming.

"Harder," Ava moaned, her voice laced with a need that matched his own.

Damien obliged, driving into her with a relentless intensity. Each stroke was a declaration, a way to brand her with his desire. Ava wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, her body arching to meet his with equal fervor.

Their dance was one of power and surrender, a tangle of limbs and heated gazes. Ava's cries grew louder, more insistent, as she neared the precipice. Damien felt the telltale signs of her impending release, the way her muscles tightened around him, the erratic rhythm of her breathing.

"Cum for me, Ava," he demanded, his voice a guttural rasp.

And she did, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body convulsing beneath him as she cried out her release. The feel of her climax triggered his own, and with a final thrust, Damien followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

For a moment, they lay there, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Damien rolled off her, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. Ava turned to him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That was..." she began, but words failed her. There was no need for them anyway; the truth of their encounter was written in the disheveled sheets, the lingering heat on their skin, the way their eyes met in a silent acknowledgment of the passion they had shared.

Damien knew he should feel something more—regret, guilt, anything—but in that moment, there was only the satisfaction of a hunger sated. He watched Ava as she stretched languidly beside him, her body a canvas of pleasure-induced pinks and reds.

The silence that settled over them was not uncomfortable; it was the contented stillness that comes after a storm has passed, leaving a sense of calm in its wake. For now, at least, Ava had indeed made him forget, and for that, Damien was grateful.