Chapter 43 – Cum to Me, Ivy (Ivy’s POV)
I clung to his broad shoulders, nails digging in as he played my body with infuriating expertise. A soft moan escaped me when he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right to make my toes curl too.
“Damn you,” I breathed, biting his lower lip in retaliation and raw need. He answered with a rough groan, pressing a second thick finger into me.
My head spun. He always did this – reduced me to a trembling mess so easily. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly under his skilled thrusts.
Abruptly Damian withdrew his hand, drawing a frustrated whine from my throat. But before I could protest, he was moving down my body, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over my breasts and belly. My breath caught as I realized where he was headed.
“D-Damian—” I stammered, propping myself on my elbows. My words dissolved into a cry as his mouth descended between my thighs. His tongue parted my folds in one slow, deliberate lick that left me shaking.
“Oh god,” I choked, head falling back. Any thought of stopping this vanished like smoke. He lapped at me languidly, savouring, then sealed his lips around my aching clit and sucked softly. I slapped a hand over my own mouth, smothering a wail.
He worked me with sinful expertise, broad strokes of his tongue alternating with wicked flicks that made me jerk. The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming. I was close – embarrassingly fast, I was teetering on the edge.
Damian must have sensed it. With a final suck, he pulled back, chin glistening with my arousal. I whimpered at the loss, my hips canting upward seeking his mouth.
He dragged himself back up my body, planting kisses as he went. Hovering over me, he flashed a wicked, wet grin. “Not yet,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “I want to feel you cum around me.”
I shivered at the promise in those words. Heart pounding, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he settled between my thighs. I could feel the broad tip of his cock nudging at my entrance. My breath hitched; no matter how many times we’d done this, that first stretch always stole my breath.
“Look at me, Ivy,” Damian whispered, his nose brushing mine.
I hadn’t even realized I’d squeezed my eyes shut. I blinked them open, meeting his intense gaze. His features were taut with restraint, jaw clenched as he struggled not to simply ravage me. The fact that he was holding back – for me – sent a poignant ache through my chest.
With agonizing slowness, he pushed inside. My lips parted in a silent cry as his thick length filled me inch by inch. The burn was exquisite. I clawed at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation of him stretching me so completely.
“Ahh—f-fuck,” Damian groaned when he was seated fully, pelvis flush to mine. We paused, tangled and trembling together at the almost unbearable pleasure of joining.
“You…okay?” he managed, voice rough with concern even through his lust.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Y-yeah. Move, please.”
A fierce tenderness flashed in his eyes at my breathless plea. Damian drew back slowly, nearly all the way out, then drove forward. The first deep thrust stole the air from my lungs. I cried out, clutching at his biceps.
He set a steady, deliberate rhythm, each stroke rubbing that secret spot inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips, urging him deeper.
“Oh God—right there!” I gasped, toes curling. He let out a breathless chuckle and gave me exactly what I needed, again and again, until I shattered.
Pleasure crashed over me, a tidal wave that wiped my mind blank. My whole body seized and I sobbed his name as I came, clenching tight around him.
“Fuck, Ivy… yes,” Damian growled against my neck as my climax milked his cock. His rhythm faltered. With a hoarse shout, he slammed into me one last time and held deep. I felt the hot pulse of his release spilling inside, triggering aftershocks through my sensitized core.
For a long moment, we stayed fused together, trembling and catching our breath. My mind floated in a haze of sated disbelief. That had been... beyond intense. And disturbingly fulfilling.
Eventually, Damian eased out of me and rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. I ended up sprawled half on his chest, one of his strong arms caging me protectively. I could feel his heart hammering beneath my cheek.
Neither of us spoke. What could I even say? Thanks for the orgasm and by the way I still plan to betray you? Yeah, no.
It was Damian who finally broke the silence, his hand stroking lazily up and down my spine. “You okay, Detective?” he murmured, a hint of genuine care in the tease.
I swallowed hard, overwhelmed by a confusing mix of comfort and guilt. “I’m fine,” I mumbled against his skin. Mustering a smirk, I added lightly, “Actually, I might need a wheelchair later... but I’ll live.”
He huffed a low laugh – an actual laugh – and the sound vibrated through me. “I’ll carry you if I have to,” he said, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to the top of my head.
My chest constricted at that softness. I closed my eyes, fighting the dangerous warmth blooming inside me. This was supposed to be an act, I reminded myself sternly. I couldn’t afford to forget that.
Yet as we lay there entwined, a gentle quiet between us, I felt sleep pulling at me. Damian’s fingers traced idle patterns along my back, lulling me. Just before I drifted off, I thought I heard him whisper my name – “Ivy... I—” – in a strange, hesitant voice. But sleep claimed me before I could wonder what he might have been about to say.
I didn’t stir again until the faint light of early morning had brightened to a golden glow. When I blinked awake the second time, Damian’s arms were still around me, but his breathing had deepened – he’d slipped back into slumber. Carefully, I lifted myself off his chest. He shifted but didn’t wake as I edged out of the bed, my legs a little wobbly.
A pang of doubt pricked at me as I stood there, watching him sleep. With his face relaxed in the grey dawn light, he looked almost gentle – worlds away from the ruthless Alpha I knew by day. The sight tugged at something deep in my chest.
Stop it, Ivy. Stick to the plan.
Steeling myself, I silently gathered a discarded satin robe from the floor and wrapped it around me. I slipped out of the bedroom without a backward glance, closing the door with the softest click. Each step I took down the empty hall felt like both a victory and a loss.
I’d won this round – kept Damian satisfied and unsuspecting. Yet I couldn’t shake the sense that I was losing a piece of myself in the process.
No. I rolled my shoulders back. Damian Lucenti might own my body in moments like those, but my heart and will were still mine.
When the time came to run, I would be ready.