Page 57 of Ivory Legacy

I kept my thrusts slow at first, wanting to draw out this moment, to savor it. Her legs wrapped around me tightly, her nails digging into my back as she gasped and moaned beneath me.

“Harder, Dante.” Jade’s voice was a low purr in the darkness, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered her demand.

I increased my rhythm then, my movements becoming rougher at her urging. She responded with a keen of pleasure that sent a jolt of desire through me.

“That’s it...yes,” Jade breathed, her hands moving to grip my hair as her body writhed under mine. “Harder.”

I obliged, thrusting into her with a renewed vigor. Her body was a perfect fit for mine, accommodating me with a delicious tightness that had me gritting my teeth in pure pleasure. A lowgrowl rumbled in my throat, matching the rhythmic chorus of Jade’s cries and moans.

The room began to spin. The heady scent of our sex, the heat of our bodies, the intoxicating sound of Jade’s pleasure; it was all-consuming. I barely registered the sweat trickling down my chest, irrelevant against the ecstasy coursing through each nerve ending.

“Fuck...Dante...” Jade whimpered beneath me. Her body moved with mine, lost in our shared rhythm, every sharp intake of breath or soft sigh magnifying the deep connection between us.

The intensity was unbearable; every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over us. I could feel Jade tighten around me, her body rippling with the oncoming orgasm. She reached one hand between us, her fingers finding her clit and adding to the overwhelming sensations.

“Come for me, Jade,” I urged against her ear, my voice strained with restraint. She responded with an uncontrolled whimper before succumbing to the powerful climax shaking her whole existence.

Her inner walls clenched around me so tightly I could barely pull out before sinking back in. With each spasm, I felt myself edge closer to my own release. “Dante,” she whimpered again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Shhh,” I soothed, my lips finding hers. She tasted sweet and wild, a combination that intoxicated me. My thrusts turned more erratic, Jade’s body wrapped around mine like a second skin, so tight and perfect that it pushed me over the edge.

With a final thrust, I found my release, my vision blurring at the edges as pleasure washed over me. My groan of satisfaction mingled with her soft sighs, echoing off the high ceilings of our room.

My heart pounded in my chest as I pulled out of her slowly. Jade whimpered at the loss of contact but didn’t protest when I pulled her into my arms, both of us spent and satiated.

I buried my nose in her hair, her scent filling my lungs and calming my racing heart. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, sending pleasant shivers through me even after our intense session.

“I love you,” I murmured against her ear, earning a soft giggle from her.

She turned to look at me, her eyes wide. “Dante, I–”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

“No, Dante,” she said softly. “I love you too.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Jade

Dante was there.

Right next to me.

I could smell him.

I blinked open my eyes to the first hints of dawn stretching lazily into Dante’s penthouse bedroom. The early morning light was a quiet intruder, softening the edges of his formidable figure lying next to me. I shifted under the sheets, turning to face him, my heart thrumming with the need to unravel the knot of options he’d tethered to my conscience.

I’d tossed and turned all night, thinking about the options he had given me.

“Dante,” I began, the weight of sleep still clinging to my voice, “we need to talk about what you proposed.” My words hung in the air, as delicate and dangerous as the frost patterns on the windowpane.

He stirred, his dark eyes finding mine in the dim room. There was a readiness in his gaze that set him apart from the men I’d known, a silent strength that both reassured and unnerved me.

“Of course, Jade,” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the mattress. His willingness was there, an unspoken promise in the way he propped himself up on one elbow, giving me his full attention. “I’m listening.”

I traced the line of Dante’s jaw with a hesitant finger, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my skin. The reality of our situation loomed over us like the city’s skyline outside the window—imposing and inescapable.

“Why is it that I have only two choices?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Either take stock of BioHQ or...marry you?”

“Jade,” he replied, turning his head slightly to kiss the tip of my finger, an unexpectedly tender gesture from a man of his stature. “It’s simple. You’re not linked to the Moretti operations. I told you. If you take the stock, BioHQ stays clean, untouchable by the RICO case.”

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