Page 79 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

As the tip of the loop brushes her clit, Ivy’s hips cant upward. “Fuck, Stavros.”

“Fuck? I can do that.”

A giddy sensation spreads through my own chest as I dip the prosthetic over her folds and let the upper section press against her clit again. Ivy emits a mewling sound of need that has me painfully hard in an instant.

The loop is only about as wide as two broad fingers together. I think I could…

I turn my wrist and adjust the angle so I can push the curved tip right inside her.

Ivy gasps, tipping her head back against the blankets as she clutches my other wrist. “Gods, that’s… I’ve never felt anything like that.”

I guide it a little farther. “Good?”

“Strange, but so good.” Her gaze darts to me, her blush darkening to outright red. “How much deeper can you go?”

I’ll take that challenge.

I bend over to claim another kiss while easing the prosthetic up into her body bit by bit. Ivy shudders beneath me with the most delicious whimper.

No one else will ever make her feel quite like this. Seeing her quake with the pleasure, I can’t feel the slightest regret for the sacrifice I no longer benefit from—at least not in the typical way.

The metal loop only hooks a couple of inches around, hardly allowing for a full sense of penetration. But as I adjust it between Ivy’s legs, I realize it’s perfectly shaped for the outer edge to rock against her clit while I pulse the tip within her.

Ivy bucks with the movements, ducking her head under my chin, clutching me as if she’s afraid she’ll spin away completely. My cock throbs, but I love seeing her lose herself too much to stop this yet.

Pumping faster earns me another shudder and a guttural moan. Ivy’s fingers dig into my arm deep enough to hurt, but it’s the most blissful sort of pain.

I feel her come with a ripple that spreads through her whole body. A choked cry escapes her, and her head sags back toward the blankets.

Even through her ecstatic daze, she gropes at my drawers. “I need the rest of you.”

Gods be sure I’m not in any state to deny her.

I practically tear my drawers off and kneel between her legs, encompassing her with my much larger form. Ivy simply beams up at me, caressing my chest, tilting her hips to urge me on.

Trusting me with her body every bit as much as I trusted her with mine this morning.

Knowing how wet she is from her arousal shining on my prosthetic, I don’t hold back quite as much as the first time. But I still grasp her hip and study her face as I slide into her slick channel.

Her sex grips my cock as if we were made for each other. I can’t restrain a groan at the pleasure that spikes through my nerves as I push even deeper.

“So good,” Ivy murmurs. “So fucking good.”

I want to make it even better for her. I pull back and plunge into her again, and again, and again, flicking my gaze to get a better read of when the most pleasure floods her expression, easing her ass a little higher off the blankets.

I drive home again. Ivy’s lips part around a cry.

And a ghost of an image wavers in my vision—her hand reaching for my face.

My pulse hiccups. Her hands are still braced against my chest.

Except—now she’s lifting one to stroke her fingertips over my cheek and jaw.

Even through the carnal bliss of the moment, a different sort of exhilaration races through my veins.

My gift. I glimpsed an act before it happened. Only a few seconds before, and I wasn’t trying—but I know what my magic looks like.

I was focused so intently on anticipating Ivy’s needs that my gift must have activated somehow despite my damaged vision. I never knew that was even possible.

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