Bad Husband novel Chapter 184

OMG, Blake’s Imagination.

Blake’s POV

Watching Ava sleep in my arms, I was feeling about ten different things at once. just done, her lashes making these tiny shadows on her cheeks.

She was beautiful. No question.

But I was also in serious trouble here.

She looked so peaceful, still had that satisfied little smile from what we’d

My body was still wound tight as a spring, the painful hardness in my pants reminding me that we’d only gotten halfway through this dance. Watching her come apart under my hands, hearing her scream my name like that–it only made me want her more.

I’d thought making her feel good would be enough for me. Wrong. Every sound she’d made was like throwing gasoline on a fire, making me burn hotter.

I brushed her hair back, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. She snuggled closer in her sleep, like a cat finding the perfect warm spot. That little movement made my chest tight.

But I couldn’t wake her up. She was exhausted–these past few days had been hell for her, and tonight had taken whatever energy she had left.

I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb her. Every step was torture, my body screaming for relief, for her touch.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind me. I leaned against it, trying to get my head straight. Cold water on my face didn’t help–nothing was gonna put out this fire. Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Eyes still flashing gold, face flushed, breathing like I’d run a marathon.

I looked like an animal in heat.

I stripped off my clothes, finally freeing myself from the torture of tight fabric. Even in the cool air, I was steel–hard, already leaking.

Damn it. I needed to deal with this.

Hot water poured down from the shower. I stood under it, eyes closed, and immediately my brain filled with images from tonight–Ava naked in the lamplight, arching under my touch, the trust in her eyes when she let me take her apart…

My hand wraps around myself almost without conscious thought.

The relief is immediate and overwhelming. I have to bite back a groan, lean against the shower wall for support.

I start slow, let myself imagine what would’ve happened if she hadn’t fallen asleep.

She’d wake up, see the state I’m in. Those green eyes would go wide, then dark with wanting.

“Blake?” she’d say, voice still sleepy. “You’re still…”

She’d sit up, covers falling away, showing me that perfect body. She wouldn’t be shy about it–she’d reach for me.

“Let me help, she’d say, eyes sparkling with the same heat I’d seen tonight.

My hand moved faster, imagining her touch. Those small, soft hands, but confident too. She’d figure out what I liked, find all the spots that made me lose my mind.

“Show me,” she’d say, direct as always. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

My hand moves faster as I picture it. Her hands on me, learning my body the way I’ve learned hers.

“Like this?” she’d ask, and I’d guide her, show her exactly how to drive me crazy.

“God, yes, I’d tell her honestly. “Ava, you’re killing me.”

But she wouldn’t stop there. My Ava’s curious, brave. She’d want to use her mouth.

The thought makes me groan out loud.

I picture her kneeling in front of me, those beautiful eyes looking up at me as she takes me in her mouth.

She’d start with soft kisses, then use her tongue. Every touch would make me shake, push me closer to losing it completely.

“What do you want?” she’d ask, voice all seductive.

‘Your mouth,” I’d manage to say. “Take me in.”

She’d do it, those small hands wrapping around me, then slowly parting her lips. I imagined that warm, wet heat, her tongue exploring, tasting the drops leaking from my tip.

“You taste good,” she’d say, and hearing those words in her voice, even in my imagination, nearly sends me over the edge.

I pictured her taking more of me, adjusting to my size, going deeper. When I hit the back of her throat, she’d make these little satisfied sounds, eyes still locked on mine, full of desire.

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