Page 55 of Ivory Legacy

“Jade,” I murmured into the crook of her neck, my hands finding purchase on the curves of her hips as she pushed me back onto the couch.

She didn’t reply with words. Instead, she guided me into her, her body shuddering as she took me in.

I threw my head back. “Fuck,” I said.

Her body enveloped mine, her warm depth swallowing me whole. I gasped against her lips as she started to move, each movement of our bodies stirring a slow-building fire in the pit of my belly.

I wanted her to move, but she paused, her eyes searching mine. “This is what you want?” she asked in a voice that was breathless but firm.

“Yes,” I choked out, my gaze never wavering from hers, my hands on her waist. “God, yes.”

Jade’s eyes glinted in the dim light of the penthouse, holding my gaze as she began to move. Slowly, at first, easing herself into a rhythm that made me dig my fingers into her hips, already desperate for more.

I watched, enraptured, as Jade bit her lip, her dark waves falling around her face as she moved up and down, riding me with a fervor that was as intoxicating as it was unexpected. She was avision, raw and beautiful in her boldness—a hint of the wildness that lurked beneath her composed exterior.

“Dante,” she gasped out my name. The sound of it on her lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Fuck, Jade.” I groaned through gritted teeth, overwhelmed by the sensation of her body moving against mine. Her climax was building; I could see it in the way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, in the pink flush spreading across her chest.

“Harder,” she commanded breathlessly, digging her nails into the muscles of my chest. My response was immediate and instinctive; I thrust up into her with all the force I could muster.

She gasped, a high, keening sound that echoed through the penthouse, cutting through the heavy silence. I gripped her hips as she rode me harder and she gasped, a high, keening sound that echoed through the penthouse, cutting through the heavy silence. I gripped her hips as she rode me harder and and faster, her body bouncing in my lap, her gasps and moans filling the air. Her head fell back in ecstasy, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Dante,” she moaned, her voice shaky yet demanding. Her pussy tightened around me, her nails digging into my shoulders as her climax washed over her.

Her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her hot insides pulsing and contracting around me. I watched as she writhed above me, my name a whisper on her lips. Her body was a marvel, every inch of her exposed to my gaze.

From the swell of her breasts to the slight curve of her belly that hinted at the life growing within her, she was beautiful in the purest and most raw sense.

My own climax roared through me a moment later, a tempest unleashed after being held back for too long. Jade’s eyes snapped open as she felt me shudder beneath her, my grip tightening on her hips as I buried myself deeper inside of her. She whispered my name again, this time softer, quivering with the aftershocks of our mutual climax.

We stayed like that for a while, tangled together on the floor of my penthouse. My heart hammered against my chest as I tried to regain control of my senses. I could feel Jade’s quickened heartbeat against mine, matching rhythm with my own.

I kissed her forehead. “Let’s go to bed,” I said.

“I’m not tired.”

I laughed. “You seem tired.”

“I’m not sleepy,” she corrected, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

I laughed again. “Okay,” I said. “Like I said, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty sure I can take care of that.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dante

Itook her to bed, placing her softly on the mattress and easing myself beside her. Jade’s eyes followed me with a curious, excited gleam, her breaths still coming in shuddering gasps. I brushed errant curls from her flushed face, watching as she shifted closer to me, her body curling against mine like a perfect puzzle piece.

“Where did that come from?” I traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder, my eyes never leaving her face.

Jade giggled lowly, pulling the sheet closer to her chest as she propped herself up on one elbow. “Desperation makes you do strange things,” she admitted, a distant look clouding her usually bright eyes.

“Hey. You can always fuck me,” I said. “You don’t even have to ask.”

She furrowed her brow. “I’m going to ask.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” I responded, my fingers continuing their soft journey across her skin. “Doesn’t mean I won’t say yes every time.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she traced a finger down my bare chest. “I suppose that’s reassuring to hear,” she murmured, her gaze flickering up to meet mine in the dim light of the bedroom.

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