Page 68 of Ivory Legacy

A tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek—a silent rebel against the composure I fought to maintain. Probably a symptom of my pregnancy.

I hated it.

Dante’s hands found mine, his grasp both gentle and insistent, as if he could transfer his strength through our intertwined fingers.

“Jade,” he breathed, dropping to his knees before me, his presence grounding. “I love you. More than power, more than tradition. I need to know you’ll be taken care of. Both of you.”

His lips brushed the skin above my knee, sending a shockwave through my body, jarring loose another tear, then another. The fabric of my constraints fell away as he eased my pants off, peeling back the layers of fear and uncertainty along with them.

“Let me take care of you now,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my thigh. There was no space for pretenses or pride—only raw need and the man who knelt before me.

The floodgates of desire burst open, a torrent of emotion and longing that I had been keeping at bay for so long. His touch ignited a spark within me, setting my nerves ablaze. I let out a soft gasp as his hands worked their magic, tracing patterns of desire on my skin, each touch sending an electric shockwave through me.

He pressed his lips against the inside of my leg. “Fuck, you always smell so good,” he said. “You’re already so wet for me.”

His words caused a sweet, delicious ache to spread through me, pooling between my thighs, and I struggled to catch my breath. Desire clouded my senses as he gently parted my legs, his gaze intense. He looked up at me then, his eyes dark and filled with a raw need that mirrored my own.

“Dante,” I moaned, my body arching towards him instinctively. His fingers found the wet heat of me, sending shivers coursing through my body. The room filled with the heady scent of our arousal, intoxicating in its intensity.

He moved my underwear aside and lapped at my clit with a fervor that made me gasp. His tongue was warm and insistent, coaxing me toward a precipice I was only too willing to tumble over. The world beyond our intimate bubble faded into obscurity, replaced by the primal rhythm of our bodies syncing in time with each other.

I clung to him, my fingers sinking into his dark hair as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. He didn’t let up, his mouth continuing its sweet assault even as my body convulsed around him. “Dante,” I cried out, my voice echoing off the marble walls of the penthouse.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. At that moment, the world outside—the Carusos, the Morettis, the impending marriage proposal— ceased to exist. It was just Dante and me.

My breath hitched as he slid two fingers inside me, curving them to hit that spot inside that made my vision blur. His movements were slow, measured, each thrust calculated to drive me closer to the edge.

He granted me no respite as his tongue returned to my clit, his fingers never ceasing their delicious torment. The familiar coil of pleasure tightened in my stomach. Pleasure washed over me in waves and I cried out his name again and again as he brought me to an intense climax.

He sucked on my clit again and another wave of pleasure washed over me, making my body convulse under his touch. He slowly withdrew his fingers, placing a gentle kiss on my still trembling thigh before rising to his feet.

“Can you squirt for me, beautiful?”

His dark eyes met mine, a glimmer of mischief dancing within their depths. I nodded, my body still humming from the climax he had drawn from me.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers finding my wetness once again. This time he moved differently—two fingers deep within me, his thumb circling my clit.

I gasped at the sensation, my body already sensitized from the previous orgasm. It was different this time—more intense, moreurgent. The pressure inside me grew with each of his deliberate movements.

“God, Dante,” I groaned, my body trembling under his touch. He continued his relentless pace, each stroke of his fingers pushing me closer to the edge. His other hand slipped beneath me, pressing against the small of my back to support my squirming body.

His eyes locked onto mine as he worked me closer to the brink, his gaze burning with intensity. “Let go, Jade,” he urged, his voice gruff and laced with a desire that set my blood aflame.

I did. With a cry that echoed off the marble walls, I came apart under his expert touch, my body convulsing around his fingers in a rush of warmth and release. Dante rode out the waves of my climax until I was left panting and sated on the sofa.

He pulled away from me then, standing to rid himself of his own clothing with a speed borne of desperation. The sight of him stripped bare sent another wave of heat coursing through me.

He edged my body down, until my head rested against the plush armrest of the couch. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead before sliding back down.

Sinking between my legs, he settled against me, the hard length of him pressing insistently against my still-sensitive flesh. His body shuddered, a sigh escaping from between his gritted teeth as he slowly entered me. The exquisite stretch of him filled me completely, each inch of him igniting a fresh wave of desire.

“Dante,” I whispered, my hands gripping at the muscled expanse of his back. He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth beforecapturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue mirroring the erotic rhythm of our bodies.

His thrusts were slow and measured, a sweet torture that had me writhing beneath him. The coiled tension within him was palpable as he strained for control—his always-present need to protect warring with his primal instincts.

I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. Our breath melded together in the heated air of the penthouse, every gasp and moan echoing off the walls.

“I need you to fuck me hard,” I said.

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