That soft, small word, ignited such a fire within Godric. As much as he was loathe to admit it, he craved having a woman begging beneath him, pleading for his fangs to sink into her flesh, to taste her blood. It fed his secret desires for power. With a softl growl, Godric could feel his self control slipping, and it angered him but at the same time, he didn't want to stop. He wasn't sure it could stop now.
His hands were rough on Ava's body as he grabbed her, pulling her upright as he effortlessly moved her body closer to his, her skirt being carelessly pushed up so he could move himself between her legs. Those curvy, lean, smooth, sexy legs were wrapped around him, making his growing arousal more apparant to Ava. With a low, husky growl, Godric kissed beneath the woman's jaw, a hand in her hair tugging her head back sharply to expose more skin. "Ava," he murmured, just to feel her name in his mouth, to touch every part of her with everything he had.