My lips are buried against her neck, my hand tormenting and teasing her.
She comes apart with a gasp, my name breaking from her lips like a confession.
“Fuck, baby.” I keep moving my fingers in and out, wanting to make her break again and again. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Her hand wraps around me. I groan, wanting more.
I help her pull my sweatpants and boxers down, moaning when she wraps a hand around me and begins stroking with the same unfiltered urgency that I’m touching her with.
“Feels so good,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Yes. Come on me.”
My body shakes as I fight the orgasm, wanting this to last.
But then, her head falls back and her legs shake as she comes on my hand again.
The sight of her coming has my release hitting hard and fast, leaving me shaking, breathless, and pressed against her like gravity pulled me there.
When it’s over, I still.
I pull my hand away slowly. Carefully.
Our breathing fills the quiet room.
“Ivy,” Her name is a plea and a caress.
“What?” shewhispers.
I rest my forehead against hers, forcing myself to breathe.
“If we keep going,” I say quietly, “I won’t stop.”
Her pupils are blown wide. Her lips part.
She nods. “Okay.”
That word grounds me more than anything else.
I kiss her again—slower this time. Controlled. My hands stay at her waist, firm, possessive, but restrained.
“Whatever you want, Sebastian.”
The words make me pause.
It would be so easy to take her. Right here. Right now.
But I don’t.
She deserves better than this. More than I can ever give her.
Because even though she stalks me, I know she’s special. Rare.
Eventually, I roll onto my side, pulling her with me. She curls into my chest like she belongs there, her head tucked beneath my chin.
My hand stays on her back.
Her fingers rest over my heart.
