Damn. I’m about to come just from his penetrating stare on me as he drops to his knees next to the bed. His face is between my thighs in the blink of an eye, and his tongue flicks over my clit at the same time he slides his fingers back inside me, pumping in and out. His mouth consumes me, sucking and licking as I grip his hair, lifting my hips to him.
I don’t want it to end, but I can’t resist any longer. He sends me over the edge, and I relish the orgasm spreading through my core and throughout every inch of my body.
His lips graze up my stomach as he moves back over me. I push his pants down as he kicks them off while I position him at my entrance.
“Slow down, Ivy.” He pulls my hand off him and pins it to the mattress next to my head as his mouth drops to my collarbone. “There’re parts of you I haven’t tasted yet.”
The tip of his dick rubs against me as I say, “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I’m not the only one.” He hooks my leg over his hip, the head of his cock barely entering me before he pulls away. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Clinging to him, I rotate my hips, but he moves back.
“No teasing allowed, remember?” I tell him.
He lingers over me, his voice gruff as he watches me. “There’s no going back once we do this.”
“Yeah, that’s how sex works,” I state.
His mouth drops to mine, kissing me as he utters, “I already can’t go back.” Then he pushes inside me. Fuck, he’s massive. I inhale and try to catch my breath as he pulls back before stroking inside me again. I stretch around him, the sensation not painful just different than I’ve ever experienced.
His words are strained as he thrusts again. “You were made for me. I was made for you.”
He’s holding back, I know he is. I can feel the restraint in his jerky movements. I want to be consumed by him. Only him. I don’t want to think about anything except how he’s making me feel, which is fucking magnificent.
“Don’t hold back. Harder,” I tell him.
He lets out a frustrated groan as he plunges into me. I worry he’s stopping as he pulls completely out of me. He flips me overon my stomach as he moves back on me. His weight is on me for a few seconds as I sink into the mattress. His arm moves around me, sliding under me as his hand grips around my throat. His teeth bite at my shoulder with enough force to feel good as he plunges harder and harder inside of me.
“Yes,” I call out between thrusts, his hand tightens around my neck as his other moves between my thighs, rubbing out another orgasm as I moan his name into the bed. He pulls out long enough to flip me onto my back and rams into me again.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I’d listen even if I didn’t have to since I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes. He leans down, kissing me as he pounds against me. His relentless command possessing every inch of me. He’s everywhere. Over me, on me, inside me. Possessing and owning my entire body.
“All. Fucking. Mine.” He thrusts harder with each word until he goes still and spills inside me.
54
IVY
Pain consumes me—my arm, my side, my entire body is throbbing. My mom is here, but she’s unresponsive. I scream for her to wake up. Her eyes shoot open. “You did this to me, Ivy.”
The oxygen is sucked out of my lungs as I wheeze, coughing to catch my breath. It takes a few seconds for me to realize where I’m at. I’m in Luca’s bed. The sun has risen so we’ve been asleep for a few hours, but currently he’s wide awake and watching me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I lie back down. The disturbing scene still on repeat. It was the damn picture. That’s what triggered the new addition where my mom comes back to life just to tell me I killed her.
“Want to talk about it?” Luca inquires warily, which is not normal for him.
“No.” I don’t. At all. I don’t even want to think about it. The exhaustion from all the physical activity and satisfying results of the last one probably put me into a deeper sleep than usual. And dozing off again is the last thing I want to do again.
Climbing on him, I initiate the kiss and drop my lips to his. And I can feel his reluctance, as his hands barely touch me. Like he’s afraid I’m damaged. “If you don’t want me, tell me.”
His grip tightens, keeping me on him. “I’ll always want you.”
He grips the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth back to his. There’s less hesitation in him. And zero in me.
I shift, licking down his abs as I take him in my hand, stroking him. He knows my intention as he hooks his finger under my chin, preventing me from taking him in my mouth as he tells me, “You first, remember?”
