Page 52 of Ivory Obsession

Jade stood by it, the city’s glow painting her in strokes of gold and amber. Fear and fascination flickered across her face, a living canvas of contradiction.

“Come here,” I commanded, not unkindly. Authority laced my words, an invisible thread pulling her towards me.

She hesitated for a moment, then walked to me, each step measured. When she was close enough, I reached out, encircling her waist with an arm that had both protected and punished. Her body tensed then yielded, fitting against mine like it belonged there all along.

“Relax,” I murmured, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest against me. It was moments like these—raw, charged with the promise of what lay ahead—that reminded me why this life, with all its darkness, could sometimes feel worth it.

“Is this what you meant when you were talking about dessert?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” I replied, a smirk on my lips. I was going to have to tell her everything—I knew it. But right now, the plan was to just enjoy her for as long as I could. “I was talking about your pretty pussy.”

“Jesus,” she said softly.

“Jade,” I began, my voice steady as the weight of our reality pressed down on us. We were a mess of contradictions, her innocence entangled with my sins.

Her gaze flicked to the window, eyes widening as she took in the vast expanse of glass, the only barrier between us and the world. “What if anyone sees?” Jade’s question was barely audible, laced with the kind of vulnerability that did strange things to my chest, things I wasn’t used to feeling.

I couldn’t help but smile at her concern, the tenderness she evoked in me as unexpected as it was unwelcome. “Let them look,” I said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin longer than necessary. “They should count themselves lucky.”

Jade’s breath hitched, and I felt her body relax incrementally against mine, surrendering to the inevitability of our connection. In this city of millions, in the heart of my family’s empire, she was mine, and I would have her—completely.

I kneeled before her, taking in the sight of Jade clad in simple black leggings and a pristine white dress that contrasted with the shadows around us. My hands traced the contours of her hips, sliding down her sides as I felt every dip and curve beneath my fingertips. Her skin was soft, warm.

Inviting.

“Relax,” I murmured, my voice low and controlled, a stark contrast to the racing of my own heart. The dim lighting of the room seemed to wrap around us, as if it too recognized the gravity of this moment.

My gaze drifted to the cityscape outside the window; New York never slept, its lights relentless and vibrant against the coming night. But inside this room, it was just us—Jade’s breath quickening, my resolve hardening. The reflection of the outside world in the glass only made the intimacy we shared that much more acute.

“Look at me,” I commanded gently, and when her eyes met mine again, something primal ignited between us. It was raw and undeniable, a connection that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of time and place. “I’m going to strip you bare now and I’m going to pleasure you until you’re literally unable to walk. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I said.

With that, my fingers found the hem of her leggings and began to slide them down, taking my time while savoring the moment. There was a certain thrill in stripping her bare, in revealing her to myself in all her raw essence. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how she could be so unaware of the effect she had on me.

Jade shifted slightly under my touch, her breath hitching when my hand brushed against the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. I could feel heat radiating off her, a silent testament to the desire coursing through both of us.

I dropped her leggings to the floor and pushed the white dress up slowly, revealing inch by enticing inch of her body. My fingers traced along the contours of her curves, stoking a fire that threatened to consume us both. I brushed against the lace edge of her panties before pulling them down and discarding them with the rest of her clothes.

I kissed the inside of her legs then, tasting the sweet warmth of her skin as my hands roamed upwards. Jade’s breath hitched and she arched against me, her body taut with anticipation. I glanced up, locking eyes with her as my fingers brushed against her. A shiver ran through her, drawing a gasp from her parted lips.

“Jade,” I whispered, my voice rough with want. “You’re beautiful. You’re going to look even better when you’re crying from all the orgasms I’m about to give you.”

I didn’t wait for her response. I flicked my tongue against her, relishing the sharp intake of breath that echoed through the room. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I set about making good on my promise.

I didn’t wait for her response. I flicked my tongue against her, relishing the sharp intake of breath that echoed through the room. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I set about making good on my promise.

“Wait,” I said, pulling away from her. I intended to grab the wine I’d left on the table, intending to make this experience as intoxicating as possible. I found her eyes already on me as I returned.

“What’s the wine for?” Jade asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

“Consider it...an enhancement,” I said with a smirk, uncorking the new bottle the waiter had recently left there with a soft pop.

I poured a small amount on my hand and then trailed it down her abdomen, the liquid cool against her heated skin. Jade sucked in a sharp breath. “Dante,” she protested, but the argument died on her lips when my mouth followed the same path, licking up the wine and tasting the intoxicating combination of Jade and rich red grapes.

“Here,” I said, handing her the bottle. “You don’t need a glass. Drink.”