Page 66 of Ivory Crown
Her hands gripped the sheets tighter under my touch as I began to circle her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She whimpered in response, her hips bucking against my hand in desperate need of more.
“I need...Dante.” Her voice was low and raspy with need.
“I know what you need,” I told her confidently as I slid two fingers inside her once more. “You’re going to come for me again Jade.”
My movements were slow and insistent, bringing her to the edge slowly but surely. Jade whimpered and gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short pants as she clung to the sheets.
“Almost there,” I murmured, feeling her tighten around my fingers.
Just when I thought she might break again, I slowed. “Wait for it...” I instructed her, my voice heavy with anticipation. Then I curled my fingers within her sharply and applied a firm pressure on her clit with my thumb.
She cried out, her body seizing under the sudden onslaught of sensations. And then she was coming again, the waves of pleasure rolling through her so hard that she squirted all over my hand and the sheets beneath us.
“Fuck, Dante,” she gasped out, shuddering as she came down from her high. Her eyes were glazed over.
“Good girl,” I murmured approvingly, sliding up to capture her lips in a searing kiss that had her moaning into my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She nodded, her breath hitching at my words as I quickly slid my slacks off my legs along with my boxers and positioned myself between her spread legs. The sight of her there – laid out for me and glistening with sweat, her damp hair framing her flushed face – was enough to ratchet my arousal up another notch.
I stilled above her, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. But, I didn’t push in, not yet. No, I wanted to savor this moment; wanted to bask in the sheer want emanating from those wide eyes.
“Look at me,” I commanded, and she did. Her gaze locked onto mine, a trust there that was more intimate than anything we’d done so far.
Slowly, torturously so, I pushed into her. Her tight heat enveloped me inch by inch until I was fully seated within her.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, gritting my teeth against the overwhelming sensation. For a moment, all I could do was still, savoring the feeling of being encased inside her warmth.
But then Jade shifted beneath me - a shiver of need that had her walls clenching around me. That single move obliterated my control. With a growl of pure primal need, I thrust into her harder - setting a punishing pace that had the bed shaking beneath us and our bodies slick with sweat. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapping tighter around me as she met each of my thrusts with one of her own.
My hips slammed against hers with a rhythmic intensity that echoed in the silence of the room. Jade moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she matched my pace stroke for stroke. She was beautiful like this, stripped bare and unabashedly responsive.
Her lips parted in a silent cry as I speared deeper inside her. She was wet and tight and so fucking perfect that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Jade,” I growled, my voice barely more than a harsh whisper as I buried myself deep within her. “I’m so close.”
“Do it,” she urged, her voice trembling as she tensed beneath me. “Please, Dante. Fill me up.”
Her words were the permission I needed. I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, every thrust pushing me deeper into the abyss. She met me stroke for stroke, her own climax building once again as I pounded into her.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, her voice raspy and filled with pleasure. Her body convulsed beneath me, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip that had my control slipping.
With a final, desperate thrust, I came hard, spilling deep within her as she cried out my name. The world blurred around us as we rode out our orgasms, our bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess of limbs.
Barely able to catch my breath, I collapsed next to Jade on the bed, pulling her close against my side.
The air was still, thick with the scent of sex and a silence that enveloped the room like a heavy blanket. I felt her chest rise and fall against my side, a steady rhythm that grounded me as reality began to seep back into my consciousness.
I felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of her, panting and flushed. Her wrists were reddened from the restraints, a stark contrast to her creamy skin. There was a satisfaction in knowing I had brought her to such heights of pleasure, but also a sour note of remorse.
“Jade...” My voice trailed off as I cradled each wrist gently in my hand, my thumb tracing lightly over the marks left by the ties.
She murmured something unintelligible, her eyes still heavy-lidded with exhaustion and pleasure. It was the sight of that dazed satisfaction on her face that both fueled and stifled my guilt. I’d marked her, claimed her in a way that no one else had before me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice rough from exertion. “Do you need water? Food?” The practicalities seemed so mundane in the aftermath of what we’d shared, but they were necessities all the same, especially now—for the sake of the life we’d created together. It was a sobering reminder of the new bond between us, stronger than any mafia oath or blood tie.
She shifted slightly, her head nestling into the crook of my arm. “What time is it?” she mumbled, her voice thick with the aftermath of pleasure, a husky tone that sent another wave of desire coursing through me despite the exhaustion that begged for attention.
“Still early,” I assured her, stealing a glance at the bedside clock. “Only noon.”