Page 19 of A Debt of Darkness

“It'll take a while and I'm in no rush.”

I'm practically immortal and she will be too soon. We have all the fucking time in the world. Not that I’m going to go that slowly.

“I'm offering you the world, Ivy. My world. Everything I can. Take my hand. We'll start small. Start slow.”

I'll have you under my control and desperate for my attention in minutes.

Just. Take. My. Fucking. Hand.

Her eyes search mine for deceit and I've had enough practice to fool her. Ivy thinks she's buying herself time as sheglides her fingers over mine.

“Slowly,” she says, firmly.

I nod and close my hand around hers. She sighs and bites her lip, and it's more than I can bear. I pull her against me, wrapping my arm around her and letting her scent and touch consume me.

“This. Isn't. Slowly.”

Her voice is hard but her body isn't, and it presses against me. Her mind might fight this, but she's already accepting me. I purr and run my fingers down one arm, humming as she wriggles.

“Your skin’s as soft as velvet,” I whisper and she blushes again. “You can relax now, Ivy. I've got you. You're safe.”

She grunts a small protest and sinks against me. Her heart pounds and she lifts her hands up, kneading my chest like a kitten. Ivy pulls her legs underneath her and curls herself onto my lap. She sighs and I let her breathe, giving her a few moments to adjust before I push forward.

I hush and soothe her. My cock twitches as she accidentally brushes against it and I’m relieved she doesn’t withdraw.

Gods, she's perfect and I can't wait to play with her.

My arousal’s demanding I move faster, but it’s more satisfying if she’ll give me her submission freely. Ivy adjusts herself again and her knees drop to either side of mine. Our heads jerk up and my eyes meet hers, recognizing my surprise reflected in her expression.

“Ivy,” I rasp.

She blinks, as if she’s never heard anyone breathe her name.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper and dip my head.

Her pupils dilate and her heart rate soars. The bitter smell of adrenaline taints the sweetness of her scent as her nervousness gets the better of her. Ivy flutters her eyelids and I seize this moment, deciding the consequences can fuck themselves.

I drop my lips to meet hers and kiss her. Ivy squeals and my hands grab the back of her head, holding her in place. Her body stiffens as she pushes back, but I’m far too strong and my lips roll over hers, forcing them apart. My tongue slips into her mouth and it moves deeper when she moans in protest.

I push my arousal through our bond. She doesn’t recognize our connection, but it’s got her in its grasp and my emotions flow into her, clashing with her own. Ivy’s fist pounds my chest while her lips start moving against mine and her tongue darts into my mouth. Her mind’s changing and she doesn’t know what to make of it.

I break our kiss and she stares, shaking and confused. She’s unsure what happened, puzzled because she enjoyed it. Ivy doesn’t know whether to slap me or kiss me, and I love her predicament, enjoying every second of her dilemma.

My teeth graze my bottom lip and I taste blood. My fingers tighten in her hair and it’s softer than I thought it would be, but that doesn’t stop me yanking it. This time, I crash my lips onto hers and let her taste my blood, certain it’ll make her crave me more.

Ivy whimpers as my tongue plays with her and her back arches as she rises to meet me.

Fuck, she’s perfect—and fucking responsive.

I growl even though I’m still kissing her and her kiss becomes more frantic. She’s more than relaxing into this. She wants more. Her fingers claw my body and I loosen my hold, letting her work for what she wants. This doesn’t need to be forced, not now. She’s mine, and I intend to use her for mypleasure, as well as hers.

My cock strains against my trousers and the ache is painful. I’d have fucked her already if my dick was in charge, but I intend to savor the anticipation. Pleasuring her now will make her want more later and my pet deserves a reward for overcoming her fear.

I play with Ivy’s hair, moving my hands through its curls and over the exposed skin of her back. Her hands move down my chest in time with mine and she starts shaking when they find the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers flutter against me and another ripple of hesitation turns into a tsunami of doubt.

Fuck it.

I didn’t want to do this, but she’s given me no choice.

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