Neither of them moved away.
When his mouth found hers again, it was inevitable.The bed creaked beneath them, and for the first time since she’d arrived at the compound, Ivy felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
Her clothes came off next.Ivy took off her paint flecked top, wondering if she ought to take a shower first.However, Havoc didn’t seem to care one bit.Once he dropped his towel and her mouth went dry at the size of his member, he assisted her in unhooking her bra.
He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts, the nipples already hardened to points.Her pants and underwear followed, until she was completely bared for him.He straddled her, spoiling her with kisses.Havoc left a trail down her neck, the hollow of her collarbones.
Havoc took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it until she cried out, before moving to the other one.Lower he went, down her ribs, and finally the valley between her legs.She moaned as he traced the shape of her pussy lips and closed his clever mouth over her clit.
Ivy cried out, sliding her fingers into his hair for support as her vision swirled and she climaxed.Havoc pulled himself up, still licking her need lingering on his lips.Ivy didn’t embarrass easily but she flushed at that sight.
“Sweet as honey,” he murmured and seemed to enjoy the sight of her face turning even redder.
“I want you in me,” she whispered, feeling bold.
“I love a woman who knows what she wants,” Havoc said.
He slipped out of bed for a moment and for a second, Ivy thought he changed his mind.Havoc only took out a condom from his wallet before positioning himself at the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” she murmured as he lifted her legs over his broad and inked shoulders.
Havoc slipped a finger inside her, then another.Ivy groaned, because she was already so wet and ready for him.She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.Havoc entered her, slow and steady.Clutching at the sheets above her, Ivy could feel Havoc making his way in her.
Once he was buried balls-deep inside her, Ivy let out a breath.
“You good, sweetheart?”He asked her.
“Ride me, Havoc,” she said and that made him chuckle.She didn’t miss the silent appreciation in his eyes.
Havoc started on a steady rhythm which suited them both, only speeding up when she begged him to.Soon enough, Ivy had trouble stringing a coherent thought as he reduced them both to panting and needy animals.
Ivy had been on her fair share of dates but none of them had ever made her feel the way Havoc did.Each time their bodies joined, it felt like a piece of her soul drifted out to touch his.When he changed the angle of his thrusts, she cried out.
Havoc had found her sweet spot and he kept aiming for it, until the pressure growing inside her became too much to bear.At his last push, Ivy gasped, crying out his name.The room fell away from her line of sight as she floated twenty-thousand feet in the air.
He thrust in her several more times before reaching climax.With a growl, he came, then pulled out of her.Languidness filled every inch of Ivy’s body.She curled to her side, feeling utterly spent and content.
Havoc retreated to the bedroom and must’ve disposed of the condom.When he returned, he had a towel with him.He cleaned them both up, before sliding next to her in bed.
Ivy didn’t know what to expect after.The heat faded first, ebbing like a tide pulling back from shore, leaving her skin overly aware, nerves humming and tender.
Her thoughts scrambled, tripping over Roach’s warning, over the ghost of Libby, over the way Havoc had kissed her like he was starving and terrified in equal measure.She braced herself for the shift.For the moment where he would pull away, stand up, put space and distance between them.
She’d already started to gather herself for it.For the quiet dismissal.Havoc would soon tell her she should go.Instead, Havoc did none of those things.
He rolled onto his side and tugged her with him, looping one heavy arm around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.Ivy startled softly when her back met his chest, when his body curved around hers, solid and warm and unmistakably there.
Havoc rested his chin against the crown of her head, breath slow and steady against her hair.For a heartbeat, she didn’t move and neither did he.
He splayed his hand across her stomach, fingers flexing once, as if testing whether she was real.The other arm tightened.As though letting go would cost him something he couldn’t afford to lose.
Ivy’s chest ached.This wasn’t what she’d prepared for.The bed creaked faintly as he shifted, pulling the blanket up around them with an awkward tug, tucking it around her shoulders like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it.
Havoc pressed his nose briefly into her hair, inhaling.The sound he made was barely audible, rough and low, like relief he hadn’t meant to give voice to.
Her heart fluttered painfully.Slowly, carefully, Ivy let herself relax into him.She fit against his body as if she’d been shaped for that space, her back settling into the hard line of his chest, her hips aligned with his, her fingers curling into the forearm draped over her middle.
Still, Ivy waited for the other shoe to drop, but it didn’t.
