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“You like that, Little Storm? The power, the control, thedanger?” I shove three fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit as her moans break into the quiet. “No need to answer, Ives. You’re soaked. Your greedy pussy is making a mess all over my hand. I bet you could come already.”
Her breathing picks up with a whimper as she rocks into my palm. “Please,” she begs.
My teeth nip at her neck, no intention of making her hold out. I have more in store. With a gravelly tenor, I bid her release. “Come now, baby.”
And she does. Her head drops back to my shoulder, her thighs quake uncontrollably, and her back bows with a groan as the pleasure bursts through her.
I move the fabric of her sweatshirt and kiss the dip between her neck and collarbone while she floats down from her high. “Good girl. So good, coming when you’re told. Now, take your pants off and straddle me.”
She stills for a beat, tentatively drinking in my request. Her arm clasps mine in an embrace. “Maybe we should go inside.”
“You know I hate repeating myself. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Ivy likes it rough, and I enjoy that too. But tonight, the thought of the cool autumn air on her bare cunt—mine—as she obeys my commands has me enraptured. I just want her.
Here. Now.
Submitting.
She leaps off me, bites her lip, and strips as gracefully as she can in the dark, her bare feet sinking into the grassy turf. We couldn’t do this on a colder night, but the warmth has had me envisioning her bare and mounting me the entire time we’ve been out here. She puffs a breath, either noticing my hungry eyes raking over her sexy legs or feeling the slight breeze enveloping her pussy. I direct my gaze to my lap, so she climbs on, hooking her arms behind my neck. I unzip her hoodie, rip the cotton shirt she has underneath in half, and release her front-clasp bra as she gasps.
“I want to see everything I own,” I tell her.
Her tits jounce with a heavy breath. “Why out here? It’s chilly.”
“You’re always radiant, but here, the flames licking up behind you”—I twirl a wisp of her hair—“these gorgeous strands blending with the blaze. Your eyes as brilliant as the stars lighting the midnight sky … I want you right here, like this. Mine.”
She brightens from the praise, and something about her here reminds me of nights I spent as a prisoner of war, wondering what I had to live for besides the three tortured men under my command.
“You’re the vision of what soldiers fight for, Ivy, a glimpse of beauty in the dark.”
Her eyes are swimming now, brimming like an all-consumingtropical wave. “Sometimes, it seems like … the way you look at me …”
“It seems like what?” I prod. Although I know the answer. She sees it. She has to, like everyone does. The way she’s wormed her way into my veins, pumping life in and out of me. But I won’t say those words to her until she knows who is loving her. Not until I’ve explained everything.
She rolls her lips in, retreating. “Nothing.”
“Ivanna,” I warn because I don’t want her hiding anything from me.
She doesn’t look at me, and I hate that she’s uncertain in the slightest, but all I can do now is show her.
“I like the way you see me—that’s all,” she whispers.
I slide my hands against her cheeks, cradling her face, and my eyes dance over her, taking her in. “I do see you, Ivy. Amazing, brilliant, and beautiful in every goddamn way. My good girl.” My lips smash into hers, sealing in her whimper with the intensity I’ve found is impossible to hide. “Now, take out my cock and let me fuck you like a good little slut.”
She beams a smile that could outshine angels. Fucking made for me—craving both the praise I yearn to give her along with the darkness we both have lurking inside us. She unzips my jeans and frees me, stroking my dick and swirling her thumb around in the precum before she lifts that thumb to her mouth for a taste, sucking it clean with a moan.
Jesus Christ, this girl.
Her eyes close as she becomes lost in the amorous savoring and confesses in a raspy warble, “I love being your slut.”
A goddamn fantasy.
She guides the head into her pussy, dropping down on me as I hiss, “Fuck, Ives.”
She bounces a few times before I get my bearings.
“You’re so tight. Such a perfect weeping cunt, coating my cock.” I meet her gaze. “Eyes on me. Touch yourself while you ride me.”
