Page 9 of A Deal For a Kiss

My heart pounds with hot blood and desire like I’ve never known.

My Ivy.

“Ivy,” I murmur with devotion.

She makes a needy sound in the back of her throat and presses closer. Every inch of my skin remembers her touch. My entire body feels the need to hold her, to love her, to be enveloped in her scent.

I can feel how conflicted she is and at the same time how relieved she must be. This is not the touch of a woman who considers me a stranger. “Give in to me,” I whisper as if it's a demand, but instead it’s a plea.

Ivy throws her arms around my neck and pulls herself in closer, her breath warm on my cheek. It’s fucking heaven.She’smy heaven.

I drag my lips up her neck until I capture her sweet mouth. And then I lick into her, tasting her deeply. Her body is warm and soft under my hands, and her arms flex around my neck as I run my palms over her curves. I remember every bit of her body.

She makes soft noises into the kiss that don’t sound like protests at all.

I know that she likes it when I run the pad of my thumb under her breast and tease at one of her nipples. She likes it when I pull her in by the waist so she can feel how hard I am under my clothes. She likes it when I slip my hands under her clothes and take them off one by one, like I’m unwrapping her. Like she’s a precious gift, which she is, even if she’s being used to torment me, even if she’s being tormented herself for no reason I can fathom.

I expose her curves to the light of the underworld, lifting her nightgown up, and dip my head to kiss her collarbone.

Ivy throws her head back and lets her eyes flutter closed, clearly relishing the sensation, even if she’s too afraid to watch me give it to her.

It doesn’t matter if she can’t look at me yet. I don’t care. If she concentrates on feeling, she’ll remember. Every touch will help her remember. I have to keep my mind on that goal—every touch will bring the Ivy I know closer to the surface.

Even if it doesn’t, I’m too swept up in her to stop. The ache in my cock spreads until it’s everywhere in my body. My arms flex. I lick up the line of her neck, then over her other nipple, drawing a soft moan from her lips, then get to my knees and spread her thighs.

Ivy balances precariously on the sill while I open her to me and push my face into the soft, wet folds that I’ve been missing like I would miss my own heart.

She cries out, sweet and low, when I lap my tongue over her clit, gasping with every flick against the sensitive nerves. The softohs she lets out are pleas for more, though Ivy won’t let herself say the words. Either she doesn’t know my name or she won’t allow herself to say it.

I’ll make her say it. I’ll make her remember that she knows my name, that she knows me. She already knows she wants me. She already knows sheneedsthis.

Ivy arches her back again, pressing her hips more firmly into my face.

I drink her in like I’ll never get another chance.

Ivy cries out, coming onto my tongue. It’s the first of many orgasms I’ll give her. Endless orgasms, if she wants them, and the taste of her sweetness overwhelms me.

I have to have her stretched out under me, so I lift her from the sill and capture her mouth again while I take us to the wide, cream, velvet chaise that she’d looked at before. Ivy sighs when I lay her out on it, a noise that hitches as if she’s giving in.

I can hardly spare the time to strip myself of my clothes. I shove at them carelessly until more of me is exposed.

That’s when Ivy reaches for me. It’s the first time she’s done it deliberately, her eyes hot as she drags her fingertips down the front of my chest. My cock twitches from that touch alone. Her eyelashes flutter in lust. And she drags her fingertips down the front of my chest. I love it. She feels like heaven.

“Please,” she says under her breath, as if she can’t bear to say it any louder. “Please.”

There’s no reply I can make to communicate how urgently I need her, so I simply slot myself between her legs and nudge her opening with the head of my cock. She buries her head in the crook of my neck and kisses me. My Ivy kisses me in the tender spot as her legs wrap around my hips. My heaven. My Ivy. My heaven.

Ivy gasps as I push in, then gasps again, the sound becoming a quiet moan as I fill her completely.

I close my eyes, relishing the sensation. I’ve needed this so much.

I’ve needed to feel her more than I needed my own sanity.

I’m gentle at first but with a single moan of “more,” I allow myself to fuck her more ruthlessly. Rutting into her and loving the pleasure and lust that covers us in the heat of the moment. Everything I remember, and more, because we’ve been separated.

Her moans are exactly the same. Her voice breaks and rises exactly the same. I haven’t lost her.

She comes on my cock as I drive into her, fucking her mercilessly, just the way she likes. Ivy clings to me, throwing her head back, dragging her wet mouth over my skin, biting wherever she can sink her teeth into my skin.

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