Page 107 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he replied and rubbed their noses together. “You’re so damn smart. No one could have done that but you.” She giggled. “I love watching you come.” His eyes drifted closed, lips ghosting over hers. “I love the shape of your mouth, the sound of your cries. The feel of you breaking for me.” He kissed her sweetly, and she responded in kind. “Ready to earn back the inch you lost?”

She returned to the moment, limbs loose and yearning for proper release. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He straightened as his voice sharpened, sure in her obedience. “Turn your head to the right. Can you read the clock on the oven?”

She focused on the digital numbers. “Yes, sir.”

“If you last ten minutes, you can come.”

At least thirty minutes had passed since they’d had breakfast. Another ten wouldn’t be easy, but it would be doable, especially since she’d already come once—

“Ahhh—”

Her cry filled the room, thighs snapping closed as he ran his tongue over her clit. Hot and slippery, he sucked up her juices and swallowed with a deep groan. The sound alone could’ve made her come again. Lasting thirty seconds felt like a monumental challenge. He wasn’t going easy on her, and she didn’t want it any other way. His confidence became her confidence. His ownership and mastery became her ownership and mastery. What he desired, she could achieve.

Adrian pried her legs open, lathing his tongue over her pussy and sanding her thighs with his stubble. The intensity of both sensations overtook her nerves. It was all she could do to grip the table, hips bucking into his mouth. Another flood of arousal eclipsed the tenderness left from her orgasm. Need spiked into desperation and churned inside like an endless black hole. With every lick, she craved more. With every taste he demanded, she opened wider in offering.

Faithfully, she kept her eyes on the clock, willing the seconds to tick by faster. But if anything, time slowed down.

All sensation came into focus under the magnifying glass of endurance: his soft and searching tongue, their ragged breaths stolen between messy slurps, the strength and authority of his posture. Her gaze wandered to Adrian’s shoulders as they pressed apart her legs, powerfully skilled. His strong arms and hands pinned her in place, flexing as he countered her movements.

After several heavenly yet excruciating minutes, he turned to the side and kissed the inside of her thigh. She exhaled in relief at the merciful break and took in slow, deep breaths to steady her pulse.

His hands slid over the back of her calves, raising her legs as he trailed teasing kisses along her thighs and across her ass, mouth wet and warm. Then his finger pushed into her folds, and he opened her to lick and nibble on everything within reach. She shuddered in unbidden pleasure.

It wasn’t her need or want that flooded her veins, but his. His need. His want.

His love.

“Who do you come for?” he whispered against her ravished cunt, rubbing her g-spot.

“You, sir.” She gasped as he fucked into her pussy with a quick, deep thrust, and she couldn’t help but squirm around his fingers. “I come for you.”

“Who do you belong to?” His mouth traveled lower to rim her ass, stretching and branding her with his touch.

“You, sir. I belong to you.”

“Damn right.” He ran his teeth over her folds and followed with a gentle suckle that left her writhing. “Every part of you belongs to me.” He pulled back the hood of her clit and gave it a long stroke with the flat of his tongue. “Every smile.” Lick. “Every laugh.” Lick. “Every fucking moan and every blessed tear you shed.” Lick. “Is.” Lick. “Mine.”

As he lapped at her, she spun closer and closer to the approaching orgasm. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his fingers as they probed deep inside. A quick glance at the clock revealed she had only a minute left. Sixty seconds.

Crumbling, she counted down in her head. Forty-four, forty-three, forty—

He blew cold air across her clit. Her mind shattered.

“Every thought is mine.”

She whimpered, eyes glued on the clock. His fingers stilled.

“I’m going to devour every single drop of your pleasure, sweetheart,” he warned.

“S-sir,” she panted. “Ten—”

The word barely left her mouth when his mouth touched her again and sucked.

The very laws of physics twisted and bent, pleasure shooting up her spine and infusing every cell in her body with a blinding, breathtaking, binding force. Gravity had no hold on them, her soul raised to an immortal plane where all that existed was the reward granted by her Sir.

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