Page 40 of Ivory Legacy

“All I need is you, Jade,” I murmured, every word punctuated by a kiss, a caress, a nip. A promise. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging lightly at the strands and sending pleasure humming through my veins.

“Dante,” she whispered, her voice heavy with anticipation and need. “I need you... now.”

That was all it took for any semblance of restraint to crumble. Need, raw and potent, coursed through my veins. I bent down to kiss her again, my fingers tracing a path down her side to send shivers coursing through her body.

I bunched up her tank top in my hands and slid it off her, then my mouth dropped to her exposed skin, crisscrossing her stomach with kisses as my fingers slid to the seam of her shorts. I undid them with a practiced ease, pulling the fabric down until it pooled at her feet, leaving her lying there on the bed in nothing but her underwear.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I said.

The words slipped out, a rough whisper torn from the depth of my soul. I ran my fingers lightly over her trembling body, my mouth slowly moving down so I could suck on her nipples, gently, reverently, the taste of her skin sweet and intoxicating on my tongue. She arched into me with a soft gasp, her fingers threading through my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as I lavished attention on her breasts.

She whimpered, her fingers tightening in my hair and her back arching off the bed as she sought more of my touch. Her breath hitched every time I grazed my teeth over her sensitive flesh, reducing her to a trembling mess under my hands and mouth.

My fingers traced the elastic of her underwear, my touch feather-light, just enough to make her squirm underneath me. With excruciating slowness, I slid them down her legs, exposing her completely to my gaze. The sight of her, bare and beautiful and mine, had me swallowing down a groan.

I leaned over her, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re absolutely fucking breathtaking,” I murmured. I cupped her face with one hand, tipping it up so I could capture her mouth once more in a searing kiss.

And then, without breaking our kiss, I slid a hand down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs. She gasped into my mouth as my fingers found her wet and wanting. “Dante,” she breathed, her voice heavy with need.

I pulled away from our kiss, my eyes locked on hers as my fingers gently explored her. Her gaze was hazy with desire, her lips parted and panting. “Close your eyes,” I commanded softly, my voice fraught with barely controlled lust.

She followed my directive without question, her eyelashes fluttering shut. With an almost reverential touch, I drew circles on her clit, the motion causing a shiver to wrack through her body. I watched as her mouth opened in a silent moan, the sight sending white-hot desire coursing through my veins.

I pressed my fingers into her pussy. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

Her body arched against my touch, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. “Dante,” she gasped, her voice strained with unspoken pleas. Her fingers tangled into my hair as she tried to pull me up, but I resisted, keeping my attention focused where she needed it most.

A soft whimper left her lips, and the sound of it was like a siren’s call, drawing me deeper into the labyrinth of her pleasure. My fingers moved rhythmically within her, coaxing a symphony of moans from her parted lips as I sought out that sweet spot that would have her unraveling beneath me.

“Dante...please...” she begged through clenched teeth, her hips bucking against my hand in a desperate plea for relief.

I shifted my hand just enough to press against that sensitive bundle of nerves at her core. Every gasp and moan she made drove me further, fueled my desire to see her come apart under my touch.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I said. “I’ve been dreaming about making you come.”

Without breaking eye contact, I sank two fingers inside of her, savoring her sharp intake of breath and the way she arched up to meet my touch. Her hands fumbled blindly towards me, catching hold of my arm just as I began to move.

My touch was slow, deliberate. With every thrust I mapped her out, felt the way she tightened around me, experienced the tremors that rocked through her as pleasure crept closer. And through it all, I watched her. Watched as her brow furrowed in concentration, as she bit down on her lower lip to muffle a moan, as her hands gripped me tighter.

“Dante,” she whimpered, the desperation clear in her voice. “I need you.”

I smiled at her, a low chuckle rumbling from my chest. “I told you, darling. My only goal right now is to make you come.”

She blushed, but she didn’t look away from me. Instead, her grip on my arm tightened even more as she spread her legs wider, giving me even better access to her.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her lips parted slightly to let out soft whimpers and moans every time I moved inside of her. Her skin was flushed pink from arousal, and she was so wet for methat every thrust of my fingers made a lewd sound that echoed through the room.

“Dante,” she gasped again, this time louder and more desperate. I smiled again, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I watched her squirm underneath me, pushing against my hand in a silent plea for me to move faster.

And when I did, she cried out, a sweet sound that had me groaning in response. I added a third finger inside of her, stretching her around me as I picked up the pace.

At the same time, my tongue found her clit and began to circle it delicately at first, then with more insistence. Each flick and swirl sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

“God...Dante,” she panted out, her voice choppy and desperate. I glanced up at her through my lashes. The sight of her trembling beneath me, of her biting down on her lower lip in an attempt to control the sounds she couldn’t keep quiet, was nothing short of addictive.

“That’s it, Jade,” I murmured against her skin, my words vibrating against her overheated flesh. “Let go for me...I want to feel you come undone.”

Her response came in the form of a needy whimper as she twisted a hand into my hair, holding me closer. Her hips writhed restlessly against my mouth as tension coiled tight within her, straining for release.

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