Page 77 of Ivory Crown

As the zipper descended, I leaned down, my lips trailing a path of fire down her spine. Each kiss I planted was a brand, a mark of my possession that burned through the layers of her defenses. She gasped, the sound cutting through the silence of the evening. Her fingers, delicate yet frantic, tangled in the Egyptian cotton, clutching for an anchor as I worshipped her body with a fervor that could only be described as devout.

“Get on the bed,” I said. “Get on your front.”

She moved onto the bed, her legs dangling off the side, her body illuminated by the soft glow spilling from the table lamp. I drank in the view, my gaze tracing the curve of her hips, the arch of her back. I could spend an eternity memorizing her form, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Slowly, methodically, I peeled the silky dress away from her body, revealing the creamy expanse of her back to my eager eyes. My fingers traced invisible patterns on her skin, exploring every inch as though it were a map to some hidden treasure.

Jade shivered beneath my touch, her skin prickling in response. The sounds that escaped from her lips were soft and low, an intoxicating melody that urged me on.

With a swift, practiced motion, I unbuttoned my shirt, the crisp material rustling as it slid off my shoulders and landed in a heap on the floor. The world outside the penthouse’s high windows felt distant and unimportant. In here, nothing else existed but the two of us.

My lips moved lower, kissing the small of her back, trailing a fiery path down. Jade squirmed beneath me, the sound of her shallow breaths echoing in the stillness of the room. I paused momentarily, looking at her with a mix of admiration and pure desire.

Each breath she took echoed in the silence of the room, harmonizing with the low hum of desire that vibrated through me. A thin layer of sweat blanketed her skin, glistening under the soft glow of the lamp. It was a sight that would forever be ingrained in my memory.

I kissed her again. I let my lips trail lower, down the curve of her spine, all the way to her lower back. The taste of her skin on my tongue was intoxicating, flooding my senses with a heady mix of desire and possession that spurred me on. My hands gripped her hips as I buried my face between them, losing myself in her.

Beneath me, Jade released a sharp cry of surprise that swiftly transformed into a guttural moan of pleasure. Her body convulsed under my weight, every nerve in her body ignited by the intimate invasion of my tongue exploring her pretty little asshole.

“God...Dante,” she gasped out my name, her voice trembling with ecstasy and something else. Something that felt a lot like surrender.

Her body writhed beneath my touch, a silent invitation to take what was being offered so willingly. My hands slid up along her sides, fingers tangling in her dark hair as I continued to feast on her.

Every sound she made echoed through the room; each gasp and moan only served to fuel the fire raging within me. The pull was too strong, too potent to resist.

For once, I didn’t want to.

I left her there on the bed, tangled in the sheets as I rid myself of the rest of my clothes. My gaze roamed over her exposed form, drinking in the sight of her - all flushed skin and tousled hair.

As I crawled onto the bed, Jade’s eyes fluttered open and met mine. There was an edge of fear reflecting in them but it was quickly overshadowed by something else - trust. And in that moment, I knew she was putting herself completely at my mercy.

It was really fucking hot.

With a gentle nudge, I guided her legs apart, a low growl escaping my lips at how ready she was for me.

“God, you taste good,” I said.

“Please, Dante,” she whispered, her voice heavy with need.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Moving closer, I positioned myself at her entrance, my aching length brushing against her inviting warmth. The anticipation was maddening, but control was necessary. She deserved nothing less.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed inside her slowly, the world outside evaporating as her heat welcomed me in.

“Fucking hell,” I said. Jade’s gasp filled the room as she adjusted to my size, a sound that drew a low groan from deep within me. “You’re so tight. You’re doing so good for me.”

Her body yielded to mine, each millimeter sinking deeper into her eliciting a soft moan that reverberated in the silent room. The vulnerability of the moment held us captive, heightening the intimacy between us. I paused, looking down at her, my eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, I leaned forward, kissing her tenderly as if in reassurance.

I pulled back slightly only to thrust again, this time with a bit more force. Jade whimpered beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. The feeling was indescribable—raw, carnal. Every nerve-ending screamed with pleasure as I moved in her, each stroke bringing with it a tidal wave of sensations.

“Fuck...Dante,” Jade moaned my name again, and it was music to my ears. She was on her hands and knees, her body rocking with each of my thrusts. The sight of her, lost in a haze of ecstasy and need, was all the encouragement I needed.

Leaning in, my lips found the nape of her neck, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her skin. My hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements to meet mine in a rhythm that was steadily growing frantic. There was no holding back now, not when she was writhing beneath me in such sweet abandon.

The room filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and whispered curses, the cracking fire in the hearth paling in comparison to the inferno that was raging between us.

“Harder...please...” she gasped out between moans. Her wish was my command. I pushed deeper into her warmth, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips as I hit a spot that had her seeing stars.

“That’s it...cry for me,” I growled into her ear, my words both a plea and a command. “Ask me for more.”

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