Page 87 of Ivory Crown

Her response was immediate; her grip on my hair tightened. Her eyes glazed over. It was a side of her reserved just for moments like this, when she let go and allowed herself to feel without the constraints of logic and reason.

I loved it.

"Make me," she breathed, a dare wrapped in a whisper, granting me permission to push her beyond her limits.

The steam from the shower enveloped us like a cloak, but the heat that mattered most wasn't from the water. It was from Jade, her body a beacon in the fogged glass enclosure of my penthouse bathroom.

Her lip caught between her teeth was her only defense against the sounds I was pulling from deep within her. My hands roamed higher, and she arched into my touch, a silent plea for more. I obliged, kneading at her breasts with a possessiveness that came from a place darker than lust.

"Jade," I said, my voice barely above a growl, "let it out."

But she held it in, until my tongue did one final dance across her flushed skin, relentless in its pursuit to break her silence. And break it did. A guttural cry escaped from Jade's throat as her body tensed, then shook with the force of her climax, her control shattered in the wake of overwhelming pleasure.

I licked her clit and savored the way she shuddered beneath me. Her fingers clung tightly to the slick tile as she rode out the exquisite waves of her climax, her body convulsing against my face. The taste of her, raw and intoxicating, was a heady cocktail of desire that left me reeling. I wanted more. I wanted all of her.

I drank in her release, the taste of her like victory and damnation all at once. With each lap of my tongue, I savored her, letting out a satisfied growl that vibrated through us both. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the steamy air, her heart pounding a rhythm that matched mine.

She slumped against the wall, spent, her eyes glazed with a cocktail of emotions I knew mirrored my own. In this moment, the line between pleasure and power blurred, and I was just as enslaved by the sensation as she was.

I stood, the shower water cascading down my back, and took in the sight of Jade. She was a masterpiece—her skin glistening, her breaths coming out in soft pants, her body still quivering from the touch of my lips. The harsh white light above us cast an unforgiving glare on the scene before me, but all I saw was perfection.

"Damn," I muttered under my breath.

As I rose, the space between us charged with anticipation. I watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way a few stray droplets of water slid down her curves. My body responded with a primal hunger, every muscle tensed and ready.

Slowly, respecting the silence that hung thick around us, I traced a finger down the side of her face. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark pools that seemed both wild and achingly vulnerable. I could see the questions there, the same ones that tormented me late at night.

But those thoughts got drowned out by the here and now, by the feel of her heated skin beneath my fingertips as they made their journey down her neck. There was a tremor in her pulse when I brushed over it, a silent beat that drummed along with the thudding in my own veins.

My hand continued its descent, trailing over the collarbone that I had kissed countless times, down to where her heart lay hidden behind flesh and bone—a heart I wasn't sure I deserved, yet craved with every fiber of my being.

Then lower, past the swell of her breasts that I had worshipped with both hands and mouth, to the soft swell of her stomach. And finally, to the damp heat between her legs, where I could feel the echo of her desire that matched my own.

"Jade," I breathed out, my voice rough with need. "I can't get enough of you."

Water cascaded over us, the sound of it crashing against tile almost as loud as my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Jade's hands found mine, and with a strength that belied her delicate appearance, she pulled me close. Our slick bodies melded together, the heat between us rivaling the steam that filled the shower.

"Dante," she said, her voice carrying an urgency that sent a jolt straight to my core. Her eyes, wide and imploring, searched mine for something I wasn't sure I could give. But damn if I wouldn't try.

I let my fingers wander, tracing the outline of her entrance. She gasped, a sound that cut through the noise of the water, and it was all the encouragement I needed. Sliding two fingers inside her, I watched as her expression transformed from desperate need to exquisite pleasure.

"I need you," she whispered.

"Jade," I murmured, matching her quiet intensity. "I've got you."

I fingered her, watching as her body writhed, gripped by waves of pleasure that left her breathless and begging for more. Her cries echoed off the tiles, the sound a sweet symphony that filled the steamy air. I felt her walls clenching around me, the slick heat of her driving me to the edge.

"Dante," she whimpered, clinging to me as her body tensed. "Oh God, Dante..."

Her words were breathy whispers against my ear, each one a flame that seared through my veins and lit a wildfire within me. I growled low in response, my pace increasing, fingers sliding deeper within her.

She arched against me, nails digging into my back as another climax rocked through her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy, the sound of my name on her lips – it was intoxicating.

As she came down from her high, I pressed soft kisses to her neck, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with warm water. She shivered in response and I tightened my grip on her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.

I slid my fingers out from her warmth, the loss of contact a stark reminder of what I was about to claim. As I positioned myself at her entrance, the early morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, casting a soft glow on her flushed skin. Fall air, crisp and cool, snuck in through a crack left open in the struggle, but we were too wrapped up in our own heat to care about the chill.

"Am I not too heavy for you?" Jade's voice was tinged with vulnerability, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.

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