Ivy

Cade gently skates his free hand up the side of my stomach and over my breast, and with one finger, trails up the center of my chest until he reaches my chin. He cups it for just a few moments before moving over to my cheek, his rough hand’s stroke tenderly.

The room is eerily quiet as he continues to stroke my cheek. It’s a loving and caring touch to calm and soothe me, to convince me to let him do this. This is something I have never done of my own free will.

Even so, I’m not frightened.

“Thank you for saving me.” My voice is hoarse. My words are coming from a spot inside me I never thought would see the light of day. My inner self. Me. The Ivy I’ve missed as much as he has.

He nods. That’s as much of a thanks as I’m going to get. I’ll take it. Hold onto it along with everything else this man gives me. Like a job. A job I’ll think about later.

Leaning his head down. His expression is close to savage as he brushes his nose along mine. Stares deep enough into my eyes I can feel him slip through my soul.

I angle my hips upward. He needs to finish what he started. I’m desperate for more.

“You sure about this?”

“I’m always sure when it comes to you.”

“Fuck, Ivy.” His mouth crashes down on mine with enough force my body shakes. His tongue taking over so easily I surrender a little more with every sharp whip of his tongue.

My panties are ripped away. His shirt is tossed over his head. Jeans yanked off, and I’m flipped over, ass tugged in the air before sucking in a harsh breath when he plunges two fingers into my waiting core. Fingering me until I’m on the cusp of splitting apart.

Goosebumps feasts on my flesh. My body ablaze.

Trembling, my hands fist the comforter.

I hunger for him and everything he wants to give me. He’s already marked me, scared me in good ways for life, and taken away so many bad memories. He’s about to take this one too. If only I could get past the one where Drew forces me on my hands and knees.

I hitch my breath and tip my head forward when I feel him running the tip of his cock up and down the crease of my ass.

A tattooed hand drags up my thigh over my pussy before skimming along my sides to palm a breast.

“You’re mine. All of you belongs to me the same way I belong to you.” Those words rumble his black energy in my ear and right down my spine.

“He forced you to do this? Did it when you were knocked out?”

“Yes.” I close my eyes, my breathing labors.

“I’ll never force you. This is me and you, Ivy. Say no.”

“I would have if I didn’t want to.”

He groans, kisses the shell of my ear, his chest crowding my back.

Just like when every time he’s taken me from behind, it thrills me. Spiraling into a need to have his skin against mine. To have him push me further with just a touch.

“Your body responds to my touch the same way mine responds to yours. You got desires floating around in that gorgeous head of yours as much as I do in mine. You want this, baby?”

He already knows I do.

“This is what I’ve always wanted. To feel a deep fierceness with you. To dangle on the edge until we fall.”

I suck in a sharp breath or stop breathing altogether; I’m not sure which when he rubs my juices around the rim of my ass, prodding a little deeper with every swipe.

“I want you in my bed, in my house, working beside me. It’s driving me to the point of insanity that we’ve barely spent time together and here I am wanting so much from you. I lied when I said vengeance comes first. It doesn’t, Ivy. You do. You always will.”

The pain in his voice matches what lies in my heart.

“We have all the time left in the world.”

His response is to press a finger inside of my ass. I tense briefly. Relaxing when he snakes his free hand up my back, pulls on the ends of my hair, and runs his tongue up my neck at the same time his thumb glides across my clit.

“Oh God. Cade.” My body melts right into his. I don’t have a clue how he manages to do what he’s doing. He continues to stimulate my pussy with the quick push and pull on my clit, swirling more of me around my hole, plunging inside and stretching.

My skin burns with an urgency to let go and spin out of control, losing myself in the dizzying pleasure. My breathing becomes heavier. The walls between my legs close in. My orgasm trips right through me. I welcome it as it climbs higher and higher with every stimulating movement he makes.

I’m met with heavy breathing in my ear along with something large and demanding when he releases his hold on my hair, reaches down and grabs his cock, and nudges it slowly into my ass.

“Oh,” I whimper as he begins to push into me.

“Relax, Ivy. I’ll make it feel good. In order to do that, I have to be buried deep in this tight little ass.”

He inches in a little farther at a time. God, it hurts, yet it feels good at the same damn time. I squirm underneath his touch. My body is fighting him every step of the way.

When it hurts to the point I’m ready to ask him to stop; he begins strumming my clit in circles. “You wait until you come, baby. I swear to God I’ll make you come so hard all you remember is how good this feels. Fuck,” Cade whispers gruffly, pushing in farther. “Tell me you’re okay, Ivy.”

“Yes.” I don’t know if I am or not. All I know is I want all of him the way he wants me. I want this darkened forbidden part of my past lifted from my spirit.

He pushes in deeper, stretching me in sweltering pleasure, the pain heating me from the inside out. I moan as he seats himself deeper. I’m shaking in a turbulent desire I never knew existed. Dirty and hateful memories are vanishing as he sinks all the way in.

“Oh, God,” I scream out when he starts to move. It does feel good. So good that I flop my head forward. He plunges a finger into my core while slowly moving in and out of my ass. I’m bursting. Overflowing to the point where everything inside me catches fire. White hot flames fly in front of my face, and my release builds up as he works in and out of me in a way that has my body buzzing. Never in my life did I think it could feel this good. This full feeling that all of me feels all of him.

“Cade,” I scream. “I’m close.” I swear to all things holy I’m going to combust. He grunts, beginning to move faster, keeping up the rhythm with his fingers.

I scream when the sensations of my orgasm rule my entire body. It’s all making me dizzy as I completely fall apart underneath this man who is stripping away my tortured past one touch from his tattooed hand, masculine body, and traces of the old Cade, at a time.