Page 88 of Ivory Crown

I couldn't help but laugh—a real, honest sound that seemed to echo off the marble walls of my family's stronghold. "Don't be ridiculous," I said, the corner of my mouth lifting in amusement.

With a sense of purpose, I lifted her hips, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist. The sensation of finally entering her was nothing short of intoxicating. Her warmth enveloped me, drawing a growl from the depths of my throat—a primal sound that resonated with the part of me that always had to be in control.

"Fuck," I groaned, allowing the raw pleasure to wash over me. Everything faded into insignificance compared to the feeling of being inside her.

My hands, firm and unyielding, gripped Jade's hips and hoisted her up. The chill of the tiles against her back couldn't compete with the heat we generated between us as I thrust into her, pinning her in place.

"Ah, Dante..." Her voice was muffled against my neck, her breath hot on my skin. She clung to me, fingers digging into my shoulders as I fucked her hard.

"Look at me," I rasped, my pace never faltering. She lifted her head, her dark hair plastered to her face, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and desire—a look that could bring a man like me to his knees.

"More," she breathed out, and I complied, driving into her harder. Her body was a perfect fit against mine, like the missing piece to a puzzle I didn't know I was assembling.

"You feel...so good," I groaned, the effort of maintaining control making my voice rough around the edges. “You’re so tight. So wet. Fuck.”

The world shrank to nothing but the rhythmic collision of our bodies, the steady drumbeat of water cascading down from the showerhead above. Jade's grip on my shoulders tightened, her inner walls clenching around me with a ferocity that tore a growl from deep in my chest. My hands, previously gentle, now mirrored her urgency, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as I drove myself deeper with each powerful thrust.

"Jade," I groaned as she moved with me, her body a flame to my kindling, igniting an inferno that threatened to consume us both. The sound of our union was drowned out by the pounding water, the tiles slick beneath our fervent embrace.

The relentless rhythm of our bodies crescendoed, my hands braced against the slickness of the tiles as I drove into Jade with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

"Jade," the word fell from my lips, strained and breathless. The inferno inside me roared to life, stoked by her every moan and the vice-like grip of her body. She was my oasis, my salvation in a life riddled with darkness and blood-stained obligations.

Fire surged through my veins, my muscles tensing as I anchored myself deep within her. A low groan escaped me, a sound raw and primal. Her name became a mantra on my tongue, a prayer amidst the chaos of our union.

With a final, fervent thrust, the dam broke. Pleasure, fierce and all-consuming, swept over me, my hold on reality splintering. I felt every pulse, every release, as I surrendered completely to the sensation, to Jade, to this illicit slice of heaven we'd stolen for ourselves.

I felt her tighten around me, a clear sign that her peak was rushing towards us with the force of a storm. "Dante!" Jade cried out, her voice echoing off the shower walls, mixing with the steady drum of water on tile.

The climax hit her hard, her entire body shaking in my arms as I held her close. Her pleasure triggered my own, and I let go, allowing the wave to crash over me, leaving nothing untouched.

In the aftermath, I stayed still for just a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her against me. Then, with care, I withdrew from her, feeling the loss like a sudden chill. I reached out, my hand slick with water, and turned off the faucet, silencing the cascade around us.

Gently, I scooped Jade into my arms, her body limp with the aftershocks of our shared ecstasy. The air of my penthouse bathroom was cool as we stepped out of the steam and warmth of the shower, but I barely noticed, my focus solely on her. She was light in my arms, her head resting against my chest as I carried her through to the bedroom.

I laid her down on the bed with a tenderness that belied the rough hunger of our moments before. Her wet hair fanned out on the pillow, dark strands against the crisp white. Her breathing had evened out, but her skin was still flushed, a delicate pink that matched her soft lips.

“You good?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said. “So good. How are you?”

“Great,” I said, then smiled at her. “But you know we’re just getting started, right?”

Chapter Fifty: Dante

The steam from the shower still clung to the air, a mist that made everything else fade away—the world outside this penthouse, the life of crime I was born into—nothing existed except Jade and me. I watched her, lying there with water droplets glistening on her skin like she'd been dipped in diamonds. The low light cast shadows that danced across her curves, and I could feel that tight sensation in my chest. It wasn't just desire; it was something deeper, something that scared the shit out of me.

"Think you can come again for me?" My voice was rough, almost a growl, as I pushed back a damp lock of her dark hair and looked into her eyes.

Before she could catch her breath to answer, I was on her again. My mouth found the softness between her thighs, and I parted them with hands that knew every inch of her. The taste of her on my tongue mixed with the saltiness of my own release. Her sharp intake of breath was music to my ears.

"Ah, Dante..." Jade's voice broke, a tremor of pleasure in her words as my tongue swirled against her. She tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me without words to chase her climax once more. I obliged, consumed by the need to watch her fall apart under my touch again.

Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking the pressure of my mouth, and I gave her what she wanted, what I needed to give. This wasn't just about getting off; this was claiming and being claimed. In this room, with the city waking up below us, nothing mattered but the connection that tethered us together, fragile yet unbreakable.

"God... yes, Dante," she gasped, and I doubled my efforts, determined to pull yet another orgasm from the depths of her. The power of it all was intoxicating. The woman who spent her days unraveling the secrets of life itself, now unraveled beneath me.

"Jade..." I murmured against the heat of her, my breath hot on her sensitive flesh. "I needed to taste you again." The words were barely out before I sucked on her swollen clit, feeling the tremors that ripped through her body as if they were my own.

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