Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Even if it doesn’t, I’m too swept up in her to stop. The ache in my cock spreads until it’s everywhere in my body. My arms flex. I lick up the line of her neck, then over her other nipple, drawing a soft moan from her lips, then get to my knees and spread her thighs.
Ivy balances precariously on the sill while I open her to me and push my face into the soft, wet folds that I’ve been missing like I would miss my own heart.
She cries out, sweet and low, when I lap my tongue over her clit, gasping with every flick against the sensitive nerves. The soft ohs she lets out are pleas for more, though Ivy won’t let herself say the words. Either she doesn’t know my name or she won’t allow herself to say it.
I’ll make her say it. I’ll make her remember that she knows my name, that she knows me. She already knows she wants me. She already knows she needs this.
Ivy arches her back again, pressing her hips more firmly into my face.
I drink her in like I’ll never get another chance.
Ivy cries out, coming onto my tongue. It’s the first of many orgasms I’ll give her. Endless orgasms, if she wants them, and the taste of her sweetness overwhelms me.
I have to have her stretched out under me, so I lift her from the sill and capture her mouth again while I take us to the wide, cream, velvet chaise that she’d looked at before. Ivy sighs when I lay her out on it, a noise that hitches as if she’s giving in.
I can hardly spare the time to strip myself of my clothes. I shove at them carelessly until more of me is exposed.
That’s when Ivy reaches for me. It’s the first time she’s done it deliberately, her eyes hot as she drags her fingertips down the front of my chest. My cock twitches from that touch alone. Her eyelashes flutter in lust. And she drags her fingertips down the front of my chest. I love it. She feels like heaven.
“Please,” she says under her breath, as if she can’t bear to say it any louder. “Please.”
There’s no reply I can make to communicate how urgently I need her, so I simply slot myself between her legs and nudge her opening with the head of my cock. She buries her head in the crook of my neck and kisses me. My Ivy kisses me in the tender spot as her legs wrap around my hips. My heaven. My Ivy. My heaven.
Ivy gasps as I push in, then gasps again, the sound becoming a quiet moan as I fill her completely.
I close my eyes, relishing the sensation. I’ve needed this so much.
I’ve needed to feel her more than I needed my own sanity.
I’m gentle at first but with a single moan of “more,” I allow myself to fuck her more ruthlessly. Rutting into her and loving the pleasure and lust that covers us in the heat of the moment. Everything I remember, and more, because we’ve been separated.
Her moans are exactly the same. Her voice breaks and rises exactly the same. I haven’t lost her.
She comes on my cock as I drive into her, fucking her mercilessly, just the way she likes. Ivy clings to me, throwing her head back, dragging her wet mouth over my skin, biting wherever she can sink her teeth into my skin.
I can feel her everywhere around me, that sweet, tight sense of home.
“Ivy,” I growl into her neck, unable to stop myself, unable to hold back. It’s the only word that means anything to me. “My heaven.”
IVY
Idon’t know what came over me. As I lie alone in the bed, with satin sheets and lush pillows, I stare at each brick on the wall wondering where the hell I am. I’ve never seen such a place. Not in all my life, in any text…except for those of fantasies.
What happened? Where am I? And why can’t I wake up?
I never should have acted like that. I never should have touched him like I wanted him. I shouldn’t have looked at him like he could ever be anything to me other than the man who stole me off the street.
There is no pain and hardly any fear here, and I don’t understand.
The man who followed me around Edinburgh. The man who said I wasn’t safe in the city, then stole me away and brought me here, only to keep me in the same room, never allowing me to leave… I kissed him. And I loved it. Something inside of me stirred in a way I can’t understand or justify.
Questions race in my mind and all the while I stare at the luxury around me wondering what drug I’ve taken.