Page 41 of Ivory Legacy

I swiped my tongue firmly over her sensitive nub just as I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting that spot deep within that had her gasping.

“Can you squirt for me, bella?”

She let out a choked sob at my words, her body shivering under my touch as if she were on the verge of shattering. “Dante... I can’t...” She trailed off, her voice trembling under the weight of her pleasure.

“Yes, you can,” I urged her, sliding my fingers deeper and curling them just right. “I want to see you, Jade. I want to see how good I make you feel.”

Her response was a strangled moan as she bucked against me, her hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath her. Her body trembled, a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin as she writhed in pleasure.

“F-fuck,” she gasped, her fingers digging into the sheet as she squirmed beneath me.

I swirled my tongue around her again and again, keeping my rhythm steady and unyielding even as she writhed beneath me. “Come for me, beautiful,” I growled against her, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her.

“Dante,” she cried out, and that was all the warning I got before she unraveled completely beneath me. The taste of her arousal, sweet and heady, filled my mouth as a rush of wetness soaked my hand and chin.

Her body convulsed with each wave of pleasure, her tight walls contracting around my fingers. Her cries echoed around the room, growing louder with each spasm until she was shaking uncontrollably in my arms. Her eyes were shut tight, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

“Dante,” she panted, her cry a sweet symphony of relief and ecstasy that drove me to my own climax. The feel of her pulsating around me, the sight of her surrendering completely beneath me, it was overwhelming.

With a choked groan, I followed her over the edge. Pleasure ripped through me in blinding waves, my hips bucking into hers instinctively as my release took hold. I buried my face in her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I rode out the exquisite torment.

Every nerve ending was ablaze, a flurry of sensation that left me breathless. Time seemed to slow down as we lay there entangled in one another, our bodies slick with sweat and spent desire.

As my heartbeat began to normalize, Jade’s soft caresses drew me back from the haze of pleasure clouding my senses. Her gaze met mine and I found myself helplessly lost in them once again.

“Dante...” she whispered, her voice hoarse from our heated exchange. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest as if trying to memorize everything about this moment.

I grunted in response, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She exhaled a deep breath, her body molding perfectly against mine as the tension seeped out of her.

I rolled off her and stared at the ceiling as we both caught our breaths. “I love you, Jade.”

She looked at me for a second.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to give you time to think,” I said, suddenly feeling like a fool for offering up that information in the first place. “I should go home.”

As I started to rise from the bed, Jade clutched my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Her gaze was earnest as she spoke, “Don’t... Don’t go yet.”

I stared at her hand on my arm, then lifted my gaze to meet hers. A powerful tide of emotion welled up within me. Fear, hope, and desperation battled within me; a maelstrom that Jade’s presence both stilled and amplified.

“I...” She bit her lip, hesitating. “I need some time to process everything. But...but I don’t want you to leave.”

It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear. But for now, it was good enough.

It had to be.

Chapter Twenty: Jade

He stayed.

He raided my fridge and he made us lunch after he chose to stay.

I’d been making a concerted effort to cook more–now that I wasn’t working in the lab, it was easier to dedicate time to it–so he easily found ingredients to work with.

I forked a piece of the grilled sea bass, watching the flaky layers part under the tines—Dante’s culinary skills always surprised me.

But as we ate, he addressed the issue hanging over us.

“You should stay here in Harbor Cove,” he said, his voice low, almost blending with the distant hum of the boats docking outside. “Keep your head down, Jade.”

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