Page 65 of Ivory Crown

The twinge of guilt that had been gnawing at me retreated as I joined her on the bed, our bodies aligning with an urgency that burned away any lingering doubt. Her skin was soft under my hands, her curves yielding to my touch.

“Tell me what you want, Jade.”

“You know what I want,” she said. “Fuck me, Dante. Please, fuck me.”

I untied the silk I had tied around her waist, removing the vibrator from its snug hold. I brushed my fingers against her clit as I removed her soaked panties, her back arching off the bed at the slightest touch. She was ready for me, her body open and aching for my touch.

“Have you been good? Do you want to come now?” I asked her.

She looked right at me. “Yes.”

With a nod, I slid my fingers down her pussy, using her arousal to ease the way.

She gasped under my touch, her body shuddering as I dipped two fingers inside her. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” I said.

Her response was a hungry moan, her hips rocking to meet my fingers. I watched her, caught in the throes of pleasure. She was a vision of sublime surrender. I fucking loved looking at her.

“I should do this more often,” I said. “Leave you all tied up and ready for my cock.”

Her eyes widened, her desire manifesting as a darker shade of green. “Yes... please. More of this.”

“You like that?” I teased, my fingers working deeper inside her, driving her wilder with every stroke. Soft gasps turned into moans, and soon, she was writhing beneath me.

And then I stopped. My fingers stilled inside her. I watched her writhe and squirm, begging for more. But I held back, letting the anticipation build.

“Dante, please...” She whimpered, her hips instinctively bucking against my hand.

“Tell me how much you want it,” I demanded.

“I want it... I need you,” Her voice was breathless, demanding in its own right.

I obliged, restarting my movements in sync with her pleas. Gradually increasing the pace until she was on the brink of release.

“Now?” I asked, my breath hitching at the sight of her.

“Yes!” She cried out.

And then she broke apart beneath me. I watched as ecstasy washed over her face in waves of pure bliss, her skin turning a deep shade of red.

“Fuck,” she gasped out, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers dug into the sheets, a deep moan escaping her lips as she rode out the waves of intense satisfaction, her body finally granted the release she’d been craving. There was something so damn intoxicating about watching her come undone under my touch, something that made my heart pound and my blood sing.

With her aftershocks still rippling through her, I didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. Instead, I shifted down the bed, my eyes locked with hers, heavy with desire and promises of more. Leaning in, I replaced my fingers with my mouth, my tongue finding her sensitive spot that had just pulsed with release.

Jade’s back arched off the mattress, a sharp intake of breath her only warning before she gripped my hair, guiding me with urgent need. I worked her over with an intense focus, drawing patterns designed to elicit the most impassioned responses. She tasted like the forbidden—so fucking good.

“Please, Dante,” Jade pleaded, her voice laced with desperation and something softer, something that sounded dangerously close to affection.

I increased the pressure, my own needs secondary to the drive to hear her unravel again. When she climaxed this time, it was with a flood of warmth that had her crying out my name. The sound echoed off the walls, a stark reminder that while we might be in a penthouse above the chaos of the city, in here, she was mine completely.

“You think you can squirt for me?” I asked her.

Her eyes popped open at the question, her cheeks flushing a brilliant red. “I...I don’t know,” she stammered, a hint of uncertainty clouding her gaze.

“I think you can,” I reassured her, my voice low and husky as I ran my fingers down her slick folds, teasing her sensitive clit once more. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded breathlessly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes. “Yes.”

“Then let go for me, Jade.”