Page 70 of Recovering Ivy

“Harder, Zane,” I begged.

“No, baby, I’m showing you.”

He dipped his face and kissed my cheek before he moved to my lips and took my mouth in a soul-binding kiss, one I would never forget for as long as I lived. I poured every ounce of love I could into that kiss.

“Showing me what?” I asked.

“How good we are together. How much I love you. Me and you, Ivy. I’ll tell you every day with my words, I’ll show you every night with my body, but I never want you to forget how strong and beautiful you are and together we can move mountains and slay demons. With one look you can still my thoughts. One kiss you erase my fear. You have the power and control I swore I’d never hand over. But it’s yours, Ivy. You own me.”

The tears I’d been trying to hold back finally won and spilled over my cheeks. I tried to turn to my head, but Zane stopped me.

“Don’t hide from me. I want your tears; I want every emotion swirling behind your pretty eyes. There are no masks in our bed. I need all of you.”

His thrusts quickened and became more demanding, he shifted, giving himself room to rub lazy circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips lifted, wanting more, no - needing more. I was on the edge, so close. His thumb stilled, and the most pure, beautiful smile crossed his face.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I want you to wait for me.” He looked down at our connection and my eyes followed. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock dipping into your pussy, coming out coated in your excitement. I can feel every ridge and valley. I love when your muscles contract around my cock, so hot and wet. The only thing better in the world than feeling your bare pussy and knowing every part of you is mine, is knowing you love me.” He pounded harder, the bed creaking under the movement. My eyes slid shut in ecstasy. “Watch, Ivy.” The pressure on my clit was back and he’d doubled his efforts.

“I can’t hold back, baby. It’s too much. You’re too much. I can’t stop it.”

“Never too much. I’m almost there. Come with me.”

The demand wasn’t even out of his mouth before the euphoria overtook my body, heat radiated, and I cried out in pleasure.

“Zane. I love you.”

“Ivy,” he groaned, and his head fell back. I watched as his eyes rolled and he was lost in bliss.

When he came back to himself, he gave me his weight, making sure he didn’t break our connection.

“One day I’m gonna plant my baby in you.”

In a deep faraway place, I’d always wanted children but was always too afraid to hope. Too afraid I wouldn’t know how to be a mom. But with Zane, I knew he’d never let me fail.

“Okay.” I smiled.

“I want at least four,” he told me.

“Okay.” My answer was rewarded with his smile.

“You’re awfully agreeable.”

“I’m finding I have trouble telling you no.”

His laughter was music to my ears and did wonders to alleviate any doubt I had.

“That’ll be the day. I find it hard to believe the time will ever come when you’ll have difficulty voicing your opinions.” His laughter died, and he sobered. “I ruined our Sunday breakfast.”

“New rule,” I said. “Sex before Sunday breakfast.”

His dimples were back.

I was the luckiest girl in the world.

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Zane

“Are you fucking kidding me?”