I swallow. “I was.”
It’s not an answer. She knows it.
Her thumb brushes across my cheek, the touch gentle. Intimate. The contact snaps the last shred of my resistance.
I exhale, slower this time, and lean forward before I can overthink it.
My mouth presses against hers.
The kiss isn’t frantic. It’s deep. Intentional.
Her lips part immediately, like she was waiting for it. Her hands slide up my chest, then around my neck, pulling me closer.
I kiss her like I need proof I’m alive.
She responds like she understands that.
Her mouth moves with mine, slow at first, then deeper. Hungrier.
She shifts her core, settling right over my hard cock. The friction pulls a low sound from my throat before I can stop it.
“Sebastian,” she breathes.
That single word wrecks me.
My hands move before my brain catches up—her waist, her back, her hips. I pull her closer and flip her onto the bed. I cover her, pressing her into the mattress, into me. She arches instinctively, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
This isn’t comfort anymore. This isneed.
I trail my mouth down her jaw, her throat, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips. She gasps when my teeth graze her skin, her nails scraping lightly down my back in response.
“Stay,” I murmur, my voice rough.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
My body is fully awake now—wanting, demanding. My restraint is hanging by a thread, and Ivy knows it. I feel it in the way her hands slide lower, wrapping around my darkness. I groan from the contact.
“Touch me, Sebastian.”
I growl, tearing her leggings down her legs. Her panties follow.
And then I’m staring at her bare, shaved pussy.
She opens her legs for me without hesitation, trusting and desperate.
My hand moves to her clit, teasing it lightly, before sliding to her heat. She’s soaked, craving my touch.
She moans, and I feel it more than I hear it.
I move carefully at first, studying her to see how she likes to be touched. I slide one, then another finger inside her, moving faster as the moment takes on its own rhythm.
Her body responds instantly, arching against me. Breaking apart beneath my touch.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Just like that.”
A part of me knows I shouldn’t be doing this. But the thought barely registers before it disappears completely.
I lose myself in the sound of her, the way her body tightens around my fingers, the way she says my name like it means something dangerous.
