Page 10 of Ivory Crown

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice softer now as I approached the bed where she still lay, exposed.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” she stammered, clearly trying to regain some semblance of control over her situation. Her attempt at composure was admirable, but I knew better.

“Good,” I murmured, reaching for her hand, feeling the delicate bones beneath her skin. “I’ll take care of everything. You just focus on our baby.”

“Alright…” she replied, eyeing the doctor as she did.

I nodded, the corners of my mouth lifting in a half-smile meant to reassure her. “We’ll see him next week,” I said, catching the relief that flickered across Jade’s face like a candle flame steadying in a still room. Dr. Byrd finished collecting his things, and I watched him move with that clinical efficiency of his that always seemed to leave a cold trail in the air.

“Stay put,” I told Jade, my voice low but firm. “I need to have a word with the doc. I’ll be right back.”

She gave a small nod, her dark hair fanning out on the pillow, and I turned, following Dr. Byrd out of the bedroom. His footsteps were silent against the plush carpet of the living room, a stark contrast to the chaos that typically surrounded my life.

At the door, I extended my hand, the gesture more formal than friendly. “Thanks for taking care of her,” I said, my voice steady, betraying none of the protective storm that raged within me.

Dr. Byrd shook my hand, his grip quick and impersonal. “Of course, Dante. Just doing my job,” he replied, before stepping out into the hallway of my penthouse.

“Next week then,” I said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Dr. Byrd turned back to me, his eyes serious. “I strongly advise against postponing the ultrasound. You want to make sure everything is progressing normally. It’s a typical procedure, especially given your... unique situation.”

I clenched my jaw at his words, the implications of what he wasn’t saying ringing loud and clear in my mind. I gave a stiff nod, letting him know I got the message.

“I’ll see to it,” I said tersely. “But you’ll come next week?”

“Yes. Next week,” he confirmed, and with that, I closed the door, the soft click echoing my finality.

With the doctor gone, the silence of my penthouse wrapped around me like a familiar cloak. I locked the door and turned back toward the bedroom.

She lay there, still and expectant, and I could barely contain the predator rising within me. Without hesitation, I crawled onto the bed beside her, my movements deliberate.

“I should have asked Dr. Byrd to let me lick his fingers after he was done being inside of you,” I murmured, my voice low and dark with desire.

Jade’s breath hitched, and I could see her recoil, just a fraction, the revulsion at my words warring with something else—a spark that told me she was inexplicably turned on by the raw hunger in my tone. It was a dangerous game, teetering on the edge of too much, but it was one I knew all too well how to play.

Sensing her conflict, I shifted closer, my hand trailing up her thigh as I watched her face for any sign of retreat. But there was none. So I slipped my fingers between her legs, feeling the warmth and wetness that greeted me.

“God, you’re so wet,” I groaned, loving the way her body responded to even the slightest touch. I didn’t push further though; I knew she was still sensitive from the doctor’s visit. So I knew I should take my time. I focused on her pleasure, moving my fingers in a rhythm on her clit designed to draw out every shiver and moan.

Leaning down, I whispered against her skin, “I would’ve sucked that speculum clean if it meant getting a taste of you.”

Her reaction was immediate; a sharp intake of breath and then a soft whimper, telling me that my words were exactly what she craved.

As the words rumbled out, I slid a finger inside her, mimicking the earlier intrusion by Dr. Byrd, but setting a languid pace that left her gasping. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, watching as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession.

“Yes,” Jade breathed out, an admission of what my touch was doing to her. The grip she had on the sheets tightened, and she threw back her head with a throaty moan.

The sight of her lost in pleasure fueled my own desire, stirring something primal within me. I could watch her like this all day—writhe and squirm under my touch.

Pulling my finger out of her slowly, I brought it to my lips and tasted her. “Mmm,” I hummed appreciatively, “you always taste so fucking good. I should have fucked you while he was still here…”

Her eyes widened at my words, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she bit down on her lower lip in anticipation. I could feel the heat emanating off of her, driving me further into a frenzy. Leaning in close enough that our noses nearly touched, I whispered, “Would you have liked that, Jade? Having him see how well you take my cock?”

She gasped, her eyes fluttering close as a shiver ran through her. The blush deepened on her cheeks and she turned her head slightly, embarrassment and desire playing out on her delicate features. “Dante...” she started, but her voice trailed off.

I move the duvet down so I could see all of her body. Her shirt was still on, but she wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down, and she was fucking delicious to look at.

I let out a low growl at the sight. “I can’t wait till next week when he comes back,” I confessed. Leaning forward, I captured the lobe of her ear between my teeth before letting it go with a nip. “Watching him touch you like that...I wanted to rip his hands off.”

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