Page 28 of Ivory Legacy

She clung to me as I carried her across the living room and into the bedroom. The room was softly lit by the dying sun filtering through the opened blinds; casting long shadows on thecarpeted floor and creating a halo around Jade’s dark hair as I laid her delicately on the bed.

“Have you been touching yourself thinking about me?” I asked.

She groaned. “I left in a rush, which means I didn’t get my vibrator.”

“So you’ve just been using your fingers? Retro.”

“I was getting by,” she retorted, though there was a hint of a blush creeping up her neck.

I chuckled softly at her indignance, leaving a trail of kisses down the length of her exposed throat. “I’ll have to make it up to you then.”

She gasped as my mouth found the softness of her shoulder, her fingers tangling in my hair. The rest of the world seemed to fade away, all that mattered was us, wrapped in this moment.

And then I kissed her again. Deep, my tongue in her mouth, fingers threaded into her dark, wild hair and pulling her tighter against me. Her breath hitched, hands traveling the length of my back, nails pressing through the fabric of my shirt.

My response was lost in the sudden rush of yearning that consumed me. Her words were forgotten as I pressed my mouth to hers, drowning in the taste and feel of Jade Bentley — the woman who had irrevocably changed my life. The mother of our unborn child.

“Dante,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice hitched as I began to unbutton her blouse, my fingers slow and deliberate. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m not,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the column of her throat. “I’m savoring.”

A soft groan escaped from her lips as I continued my maddeningly slow pace, each button revealing more of her skin to me. Every inch was a revelation, a testament to our shared desire.

“Patience is a virtue,” I teased, my lips working on the exposed swell of her chest.

“My virtue went out the window when we started this little dance,” she quipped back with a chuckle that turned into a gasp as I traced the edge of her bra with my fingers.

My response was lost in the sudden rush of yearning that consumed me. Her words were forgotten as I pressed my mouth to hers, drowning in the taste and feel of Jade Bentley — the woman who had irrevocably changed my life. The mother of our unborn child.

I slowly slid my mouth down the front of her body, until her chest was bare and I exhaled hard against her nipples before I took them in my mouth.

Jade gasped, her fingers gripping my hair in an instinctive response. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and she gave a soft moan, encouraging me further. My hand caressed her side, tracing the curve of her body and briefly resting on the swell of her stomach.

My mouth slid further down now as I slowly got on my knees in front of her, the sight of her before me invoking a primal need within me. Her blouse was discarded, bra straps hanging loosely from her shoulders, chest rising and falling with each breath she took, already marked by my kisses. I traced the edge of her slacks, my fingers dipping beneath the waistband to feel the soft curve of her hips.

“Fuck,” I said. “You smell so fucking good.”

With that, I began to work on her slacks, tugging them down her legs, revealing the rest of her in stages, like unwrapping a long-awaited gift. Her breath hitched as I paused to appreciate her exposed skin, the soft light casting an ethereal glow over her.

“I want you,” she whispered, reaching out a hand to cup my cheek. “I need you.”

And how could I deny her? When all I wanted was to lose myself in her, forget about the threats lurking outside, if only for a bit.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmured, tracing a path with my fingers up her bare thigh. She gasped in response, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

My hands moved with slow deliberation, working their way back up her body until I reached the waistband of her underwear. I wanted to tear her underwear off and bury my cock in her so bad, but I was going to take my time.

I was going to relish this. I was going to relish her.

I traced the edges of her panties, teasing and provoking her. My fingers slipped under the elastic band, and she shivered atmy touch. She was soaked, evidence of her anticipation pooling beneath my fingertips. Jade closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths as I started exploring her folds.

“Dante,” she gasped, her voice a mixture of plea and command, “I need...”

“I know what you need,” I interrupted, my voice husky as my fingers found her clit. I circled it slowly, the heat of her desire blazing against my skin. Her breath hitched in her throat as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed in an instinctive response. Her hands clutched at the fabric of the couch beneath her as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her body.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. This was Jade — wild, beautiful, and beneath me. Her body writhed, consumed by a pleasure that I had the privilege of giving her.

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