Page 102 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

Thoughts and emotion jumbled in her brain. Her world reduced to the single point of contact between his tongue and her swollen clit. She swallowed and licked her lips, the taste of him lingering. “Mhm.”

He slapped her other nipple. Her legs clenched around his head so hard she felt a wave of guilt. But desperation quickly replaced it, chasing her pleasure as he ground her hips into his mouth and let her fuck his face.

“Needy today, aren’t you?” he mumbled into her soft flesh.

She sobbed, unable to choke out an answer as heat expanded and blazed inside her. “I’m—going to—”

“No.” He pulled her back and held his tongue still against her clit, effectively prolonging the crest of her orgasm while keeping it just out of reach. Her body bucked against his restraint, driven wild with want.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I need to come.”

His eyebrows raised. “Need or want?” The puff of his breath teased her tender skin, a mockery of the relief he held hostage. “And you’ve forgotten my title this morning. That’s more than enough to earn you a punishment.”

Her head hung in defeat, blood pounding in her ears. “Please, sir…I want you to let me come.”

“I will, sweetheart.” He kissed her clit, then looked up at her with bright, sadistic eyes. “So pretty when you beg. But you don’t get to come yet.”

“That’s not fair,” she whined.

“You’re right.” He licked from her clit all the way down her slit, circling her tight rosebud and reawakening the sharp edge of his denial. “It’s not fair that you taste so good. I should wake up to this every morning.” She pouted as he gave her ass cheek one last possessive squeeze. “Today, we’re going to test your limits.”

She still squirmed despite the warning in his eyes, trying one last time to sway his mind. Testing her limits did sound fun, though, if not a bit scary. “What kind of limits?”

He sat up and slid her onto his waist, the contact almost unbearable against her exposed clit. “For starters, not coming when I tell you not to and not teasing me to try and get your way.”

She pouted. “Sorry. I haven’t been very good today.”

He tilted her chin so she looked up. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Iv. Don’t mix up our games with how I view you. You could never disappoint me.”

Her worry faded, and she closed her eyes as he sealed his lips over hers. The tang of her taste coated her tongue, and she cupped his face, running her fingers through his sharp stubble. He turned and placed a tender kiss on the inside of her wrist. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try to challenge you, especially when I know how sweet the reward will be if you’re obedient.”

Oh, a reward? If it was worth giving up her orgasm now, then he must have something incredible in mind. “Am I that predictable?” she asked, biting back a grin.

He chuckled, busy inspecting the cut on her finger, which had sealed overnight. Once satisfied that it wasn’t bothering her, he pressed it to his lips. “Don’t think I took my own reward for granted. Waking up to your mouth wrapped around my dick was a priceless experience, and I plan to repay you more than double.”

Her laugh came out twice as breathless as usual, and insecurities washed away quicker than she had time to register them. Then her stomach grumbled. “How about actual breakfast?” she suggested. “I can make pancakes again.”

“I would love that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let his fingertips continue down her neck. His eyes followed as his hand slid over her shoulder to her waist, landing on her hips. They both looked down and stared at the place where she was all pink, throbbing, and thoroughly soaked.

“I want you dressed like this,” he declared.

She wiggled back towards his erection. “Naked?”

“Yes.” He pulled her forward with a stern look. “You’re allowed a shirt while cooking around the stove. No bra.” He plucked at one of her nipples, and it hardened at his touch. “I want access to every part of you. All day.”

Her body hummed under his gaze, euphoric at the thought of his hands—much less his mouth or any other part of him—attending to her for a whole day.

“Deal!” She scampered off the bed, then paused in front of his dresser. “May I?”

“Top drawer,” he said, getting up as well. The covers fell off his thighs and pooled at his knees.

With a blush, she turned to the dresser and opened the drawer. Careful not to disturb the clutter scattered on top, she found a folded stack of clothes and rifled through them until a familiar design caught her attention—the same skull shirt he’d worn at the Halloween party.

The cotton felt soft and worn like it had been washed a hundred times. She slipped it over her head, and it fell just past the bottom curve of her ass. The shirt covered enough of her skin to maintain a decent warmth but exposed everything else for her knight’s free use.

She twirled, giving Adrian a little show. “Does it look good?”

Unashamed hunger flashed behind his golden, lust-filled eyes. “You do.”

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