Page 152 of A Debt of Darkness

My eyebrow arches. “That’s not behaving, pet.”

Her pupils dilate as her brows furrow, and she’s fucking pissed at being made to wait. On any other day, I’d punish her for being fucking disobedient, but today is a day for other pleasures. Today is hers and I need her to turn, and I’m doing everything I can to rile the predator inside that’s trying to take hold.

“You don’t deserve it.”

My eyebrow arches. “Maybe you don’t deserve to come, Ivy.”

A startled gasp rolls off her chest before she tenses, readying herself for whatever she has in mind. I dip my head as I move hers into position, making it damn clear who the fuck’s in charge. In a moment, I’ll allow her to think it’s changed, but as soon as she’s had her fill, I’ll snatch every ounce of control back and my wife will remember her fucking place.

At my side. In my bed. Underneath and above me. As my pet and equal. A vampire destined to eternally walk with me through this world and witness all its horrors and glories.

I release my grip and Ivy moves.

She’s fucking fast and her mouth slams onto mine before I blink, chasing the high she’s been denied until now. Her kiss is aggressive, deep and needy, full of danger and desire and everything in between. She still tastes of honey and amber, of roasted chestnuts and nutmeg, of chocolate and its sin.

I rest as she pushes me back. Ivy grinds her body against mine, and I relish the sensation. Every fucking inch of her. Of the hardness and softness I could have lost. That I might still lose if she doesn't pull through this fight. The chances of losing her have narrowed, but Ivy needs her fire more than ever and the spark in her eyes returns, flooding my dark despair with the light of hope.

I move my hands up her sides and she growls again,aggressively acting on her impulses. Her hands slap mine away, moving back to pawing at me with a need I know and feel. Her claws tear at my clothes as she tests them out, shredding my top more slowly than I would in her position. She scrapes her nail down my chest and shudders, reminded of her time with Marcus, and that's okay. I'll catch her every fucking time she falters, from now until our days are done, no matter the size of her misstep. She's facing her demons and helped me face mine, and I rise to meet her, acknowledging her as my equal.

Ivy's moans deepen and her hands find my belt, undoing it quickly and without hesitation.She's giving in to her urges and accepting her cravings, letting her craving for blood send her hurtling into the heady torrents of lust.

She pulls back, lifting off her top and removing her clothes with a speed matching her desire. Ivy's stopped thinking, stopped questioning. She's started doing and that's fucking good. It's needed. It's what I wanted. And she looks fucking stunning as she takes what she wants from me.

Her body glows and her chest heaves as she moves back into position. She's beautiful, free from the constraints of her mind and the bars containing her aspirations. Her tits move seductively as she sweeps her long blond hair back and I stare up at my wife, more in love than ever.

Her thighs spread across mine and the slightest touch makes my cock so fucking hard it hurts. I'm weeping precum and it's mixing with her wetness as she rubs herself against me, giving us both a modicum of relief from the heat rising inside.

“Ask nicely, Henry.”

Ivy's fucking pushing it and she damn well knows it. I growl and nip her neck playfully, reminding her not to take on more than she can fucking handle.

“Sit on my cock, lea.”

Her hips roll over mine and we groan in unison. “That's not asking nicely, Master.”

“Such a brat,” I hiss back. “Now be a good girl and fuck me like you want to. Like we both need you to.”

Ivy kisses me, and her need is as desperate as mine.

“Please, Ivy.”

Her smile returns, and it lights her face like a rainbow on a dreary day. It's starlight in the heavens, and its soft lines and curves contain all my hopes and dreams. Ivy sighs with a contented moan as I lift her hips and she rubs her clit on the tip of my cock, making us both moan in pleasure.

She's teasing me and I wait, certain I've got more fucking patience than she does.

Her hips roll again and she lets my dick slide back, finding her entrance. I'm achingly close to slipping into her and our eyes meet, silently exchanging a thousand unspoken words of devotion and desire. She smiles again and sinks onto me, dropping her weight as my cock finds its home. She's warm and wry, tight and safe, and the pleasure rippling through me is perfection. Such perfection.

“I've missed this, Henry.”

“It's been a little over a week, Ivy.”

She smirks and I want all her fucking grins. “We're never waiting this long again.”

Ivy moves and I do nothing, barely thrusting as she chases the high she so desperately craves. Her rhythm is fast and erratic and I love every fucking movement her body makes as my cock fills her cunt and drives her towards ecstasy. Her breathing turns frantic and color spreads over her breasts while her hands grab my shoulders for support.

I kiss her neck and she lolls her head back, free-fallingtoward ecstasy as her body starts to shake. I'm right behind her and my core heats, dangerously close to achieving my climax. She meets my gaze and keeps her rhythm and my balls tighten, drawing up as I come so damn hard I practically lose consciousness.

Ivy's claws dig in as she finds a purchase she needs and her cries turn into screams. She's not letting up, even after my dick floods her cunt with come.

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