“Not fair,” Ivy spat out. Her hand ran up and down his biceps, and he groaned.
“What?”
“That you make me feel like this.”
“Like what, Princess?”
“Like out of my mind.” She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip.
“Yeah, bring it.” He grabbed her arms, bringing them up over her head.
“Going to give me what I need now?” he breathed into her ear.
“I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
He laughed against her lips. “My cock is so damn hard for you.”
And then he drove as deep as he could in her. She screamed and dug into his skin, and he didn’t give a damn. He pumped, staring right into her green eyes, this gorgeous woman who was his, his cock slapping against her wetness.
“Scream again,” Gabe growled at her.
“I hate you.” She screamed as he rammed into her, holding her soft curves against his hewn muscles, both of their bodies as hot as their tempers, her legs trembled with the effort of being open, and he didn’t care.
He kissed her neck, sloppy, angry kisses, her breasts, her ear, every exposed part of her his lips found.
“Damn it,” Ivy said from above him.
He kissed those lips until they were red. He grazed his teeth along her ear and rocked, slowing his pace.
She clenched around him, screamed in protest, and he laughed. He held her like that, rocking her, moving her up and down on his cock, almost teasingly. He wanted them as skin to skin as he could get them. Shifting her up and down again, he revved up the speed, drilling into her, each cry of hers driving him on. He could barely see as the haze of desire covered his eyes, and the tightness in his balls was too intense to ignore.
“You are mine.” He bit her ear as he came, hard and fast, exploding in her sweet pussy.
Ivy panted against him, her body going slack. He held her, taking all her weight as he eased out of her damnable warmth. He rested his forehead against hers. “Fuck, Princess.”
“Not fair,” Ivy mumbled, breathing hard. “You can’t end a fight like this.”
“Yes, I can,” Gabe said. He held her for a moment until his heart rate slowed, then he lifted her in his arms, holding her tight. She yelped as he carried her across the room, setting her on the bed. She flicked her feet at him, a mild protest.
“That’s what I should have done to you on stage, fucked you senseless.” He sat beside her, pulling her head on his chest and nibbling her ear. His hand squeezed her breasts, then trailed down along her stomach, lower, to between her thighs. “Open for me.”
Ivy slightly turned her face to his chest as he submerged his fingers in her folds, plunging deep.
“Yes!”
He kissed her brow, still sticky with sweat.
Her eyes bore into his as his fingers kept working in her pussy, and his lips crashed against hers. With insistent passion, he feasted on her, drowning in her taste. His thumb pressed down on her hard nub.
Ivy moaned as her lips worked against his, returning his passion with matching energy. "Gabe,” she groaned out her name as he pressed hard on her clit.
His fingers dove deeper into her pussy, and he curled his finger high right on that spot.
“Yes!” Her eyes closed.
He worked his fingers mercilessly, hooking a foot over her leg, delighting in how she writhed, her toes curling.
And just because he wanted to, he whispered in her ear, “Babylon.”
