"So sensitive for me, pretty mate."
Her breaths come fast and ragged. "Move," she demands, pushing herself up onto my cock, and I can't help but grin. My mate is fucking perfect.
I press down harder on her lower belly and thrust deep. Then again, and again. Her nails dig into my forearms as she holds on. When I finally sink all the way in I lose control. Her tight heat grips me so well, I never want to stop. I fuck her harder and she meets every thrust, rocking back into me. I hook one arm under her leg and pull it over my shoulder, driving even deeper.
She throws her head back. "Ah!" she cries out. "God, Conall, I'm so—" Her words cut off as my strokes turn rougher, deeper, my balls slapping wetly against her ass with every thrust.
I pull the front of her dress down, baring her soft, round tits. My mouth closes over one peaked nipple, and I suck hard, tongue flicking just enough to make her cry out. I keep thrusting the whole time, thick cock parting her on every stroke.
Her walls squeeze around me like she’s trying to pull me deeper. I slide my hand between us and rub tight circles over her swollen clit. She pushes on my chest, and I instantly move for her, rolling us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling me, her dress splays around us and over my abdomen.
The new angle seats me even deeper. She moans, long and broken, as she swirls her hips, grinding my cock against every sensitive spot inside her. Rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.
“Freckles,” I growl, voice wrecked, “use my cock. Fuck that perfect little pussy all over me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Bracing her hands on my chest, she lifts up on her knees until only the tip is in and sinks back down to the hilt in one slick glide. She’s so wet it’s obscene. The filthy sounds of her riding mefill the room as she starts to move faster, swirling and grinding, using me.
My hands grip her hips, helping her bounce in a perfect rhythm. Slow and deep at first, then faster, messier, until she’s rutting on my cock like she can’t get enough.
“Conall—” My name tears out of her like a warning.
“Come, mate,” I rasp, thumb pressing harder on her clit. “Squeeze my cock while you come.”
Her pussy clamps down in tight spasms, pulsing around my shaft as she comes hard, gushing all over my cock and balls. The feeling rips through me. I thrust up into her three desperate times, chasing it, before I slam deep and hold her down on me. Thick, hot spurts of cum flood her cunt as I groan her name, pumping every drop into my mate until it’s leaking out around my cock.
My forehead finds hers as our breaths saw in and out. My mate. My everything.
Conall
The full moon is coming. Days have passed where I help at the shop during the day, spend evenings cooking and relaxing with Ivy, and then sleep with my arms wrapped around her with her face buried in my chest. She curls into me as though I am her own personal safe place. I need it more than I've ever needed anything.
Tonight has been the same. Just as I slide under the covers to join her in bed she turns.
"My sister wrote me a letter. She's really upset that she can't call. Doesn't understand how an entire island doesn't have internet or cell service or even a basic landline. She threatened to come."
I snort. "She can try," I say, turning on my side so we're facing each other, which is when I realize I've made a terrible miscalculation. Ivy's bottom lip is between her teeth. Her eyes are tired and worn. She looks worried. "What's the matter?"
"My sister's only nineteen. Still in college. I miss her," she confesses.
I nod and pull her closer, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her nose. "When we cast the spell and the wards are fixed we'll go visit her. What's her name?"
"Ella." She smiles a little when she says it.
"When you and your ex divorced, why didn't you stay with Ella?" I ask gently. Ivy doesn't like to talk about her ex, and I can see the scarhis memory left, but I plan on doing everything in my power to erase it.
"She was seventeen. Just getting into college. I couldn't derail her life like that."
Her hands find my sides and I'm more than ready to give her more. One hand drags down her spine, the other finds the nape of her neck, pulling her close.
"What about your parents?" I feel her nose slide back and forth against my chest as she shakes her head.
"Ella and I are half sisters. We didn't know our dads. Mom died in a car accident. Ella lived with a friend of our mom’s until she graduated."
I pull her in, holding her so she knows I'm here.
“I was mostly alone before I came here. Even before the divorce.” Her voice is devastatingly quiet. “I didn’t realize how lonely I was until I suddenly had all this.”
I look right back at her, open and steady. "I'm proud of you for taking care of yourself. I will never dismiss you. You're the world to me. And if I ever do, leave my ass." She huffs a laugh but I’m serious. “I mean it Ivy. If I ever make you feel like that, then I’m possessed or under a curse, and I don’t want you to be with me like that. You leave. Dolly, Layla, Amy, and Ada will definitely help you kick me out. Puppy would probably eat my face off and you’d never have to see me again.”
