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I moan and take control, and she doesn’t fight me like the good girl she is. My tongue plays in her mouth and I take my time, claiming her as mine and occasionally drawing my fangs over her lips and sending her hurtling into ecstasy.

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ACCEPT YOUR POSITION

HENRY

Seconds turn into minutes, and Ivy’s pawing at me, begging for more. Her hands wander over my body, massaging the muscles of my chest and back as her weight presses into me.

Ivy’s aroused.

Fucking aroused.

Her breathing’s rapid, her heart rate’s faster. Her moans are soft and her pleas are louder. Ivy pushes her tits into my chest and I want to devour every fucking inch of her.

I want her so fucking badly, and she’s so damn close to being ready it’s agony. I’ve teased her and she’s tortured me. Her heart’s pounding and her pussy’s dripping. The smell of her is driving me crazy and it’s taking everything I have not to throw her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck her.

My hand’s sore from relieving my aching cock, and I’mdesperate to find out what her pussy feels like. I’m damn sure it’s going to be perfect, like everything else about Ivy. I’ve played with her in every other way and I’m consumed with thoughts of taking it further.

I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted but she isn’t ready. Not yet. It’s agony to be so close and be this far from everything I need, but I won’t steal this from her. Not now, not ever. I’ve never held back before, not with any other pet, but Ivy’s different and I won’t take the risk.

Not now we’re so damn close.

Not after everything I’ve done to her and all she’s done to repair the damage.

And she isn’t letting up, grinding her hips onto my erection.

“Please,” she asks.

I almost break.

I’m holding on to the tiniest slither of control.

For her. For us.

The girl who isn’t quite ready for me to fuck her wants me to play with her. She thinks she’s ready, but I know she isn’t quite there. I know she wants this and she thinks she can handle it—handle me—but she’ll panic the moment I thrust into her and it’ll shatter her in a way neither of us wants.

She’s trying to connect with me and she wants my attention in every fucking way. Her mouth presses against mine and her tongue meets every one of my demands, adding some of her own. Ivy’s on fucking fire and I’m going to stoke the flames inside her until she’s ready to burn for me.

My hands sink under her ass and I lift her as I stand, pulling her legs around my waist. I refuse to let this kiss end, demanding she stay with me as I carry her to the bathroom.

Fuck knows what I’m going to do with her in here, but thebed’s far too fucking dangerous. Her moans echo around the tiled room and they heighten my arousal, driving me closer to losing control—and I can’t afford for that to happen.

My cock’s begging for it to happen and I’m dangerously close to giving in to the ache.

It’s fucking agony.

“What are we doing?” Ivy asks.

We’re not doing what I want to be doing. If I had my way, Ivy would be on the fucking bed and my cock would be buried deep inside her. The need to claim her is taking hold and I need to get a fucking grip before I lose my goddamn mind.

“Washing ourselves,” I say, sounding controlled and in command despite the lack of it almost taking over. I’ve found a solution and we can satisfy our urges in the relative safety of the shower. There’s no way I’ll fuck her for the first time in there, and she’ll be nervous enough to hesitate and back off.

Fuck, I’m the dominant and my mate has me spiraling around her instead of controlling her. I’m surrendering to her and my desire. I’m letting the pull of our bond take over and this has to end. Soon. As soon as she’s fucking ready and I need to hold for a few days more.

Please.

Please.Ivy, please.

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