Chapter 44 – Ivy, I… (Damian’s POV)
Chapter 44 – Ivy, I… (Damian’s POV)
“Fuck,”
How could she grip my dick so hard? She fucking had me under her control.
I snarled against her breast, giving it a light nip. She stroked me slowly, confidently, her grip just tight enough to send pleasure jolting up my spine, milking me to cum quickly. My hips jerked reflexively into her fist.
Not yet. I couldn’t lose it yet. I caught her roaming wrist and pinned it above her head with her other one, holding both captive in one of my hands. My other hand guided my cock to her entrance. Our eyes met – hers blown dark with desire, mine no doubt wild with need.
With one powerful thrust, I sheathed myself inside her to the hilt. We cried out together – her back bowing off the mattress, my head dropping to her shoulder as her tight heat enveloped me.
“God, Ivy,” I groaned, fighting not to spill right then. She was so damn tight and wet, gripping me like a vise. I forced myself to still, giving her a moment to adjust. Her walls fluttered around my length, and I grit my teeth, summoning strength from I don’t know where.
“You…okay?” I rasped, barely able to form the words.
She nodded frantically, biting her lip. “Yes... please, don’t stop...”
That sweet plea shattered the last of my restraint. I drew back and drove into her, hard. A strangled moan tore from her throat, spurring me on. I set a deliberate pace – deep, claiming strokes that had her tossing her head back and keening.
Each slick thrust sent fire licking down my spine. I savored the drag of her nails along my back, the breathy way she gasped my name when I ground particularly deep. I knew I wasn’t going to last long; she felt too fucking good, and I was wound too tight.
Still, I slid my free hand beneath her ass, angling her hips up. Ivy’s eyes flew open as I hit a new spot inside her. “Damian—oh, God—!” she wailed, thighs shaking around my waist.
“That’s it... cum for me,” I growled, pounding into her relentlessly now. I felt her body start to seize around me, muscles tensing as her climax crested.
Ivy shattered with a broken cry, her inner walls clamping down on my cock in rhythmic pulses. The sensation ripped my own release from me like a lightning strike. “Fuck... Ivy!” I roared, slamming deep one final time as I exploded, pouring myself into her in hot, shuddering spurts.
We collapsed together, sweat-slick and utterly spent. My heart hammered so hard I swore she could hear it against her chest.
After a moment, I realized I was heavy on top of her and eased us onto our sides, still buried inside her. She didn’t let go; her arms wound around my shoulders, her face tucked into the crook of my neck. That small, contented gesture hit me square in the gut.
“You okay, Detective?” I murmured once I could breathe again, brushing a damp strand of hair from her flushed face. There was more emotion in my voice than I intended.
Ivy looked up with a tired, sated smile that made something melt inside me. “I’m fine,” she whispered. Then she smirked, adding playfully, “Might need a wheelchair after that, but I’ll live.”
A low laugh rumbled out of me before I could stop it. Damn, when was the last time I’d truly laughed? “I’ll carry you if I have to,” I said, and I meant it.
Her smile faltered – something like confusion or vulnerability flickered in her expression – and she lowered her head against my chest. I held her close, trailing my fingers lazily up and down her back, and felt her breathing even out as exhaustion took her under again.
I stayed awake a while longer, my mind churning even as my body floated in a blissful haze. I wanted to say something – I needed to say something – but the words tangled on my tongue. Heart pounding, I tilted my head enough to press a gentle kiss to her crown. “Ivy... I—” I began softly, voice barely a rasp in the quiet.
What was I going to say? I’m sorry for everything? I think I’m falling for you? Fear seized my throat. In the end, I just held her a little tighter and let the thought go unspoken. Soon her warm weight and steady breaths lulled me into a light doze.
When I jerked awake again, the space beside me was cold and empty – Ivy was gone.
I sat up, disoriented panic flaring until I heard the faint rush of water from her en suite bathroom down the hall. Ah. She was just showering.
I scrubbed a hand over my face and swung my legs to the floor, my body still pleasantly loose and ache-free. Only the slight tightness of the scar on my shoulder remained, a reminder of the previous day’s mayhem. Well, that and the very recent memories of Ivy’s limbs entangled with mine.
I shook my head, trying to shake off the creeping unease I felt at her absence. It was irrational – she hadn’t left the house, only the bed – but a hollowness settled in my gut regardless. I actually missed her warmth already, and that truly scared me.
I got to my feet and pulled on a pair of lounge pants. Sunlight was peeking through a gap in the curtains, signalling it was well past dawn. I had responsibilities to attend to – pack business, security issues – but all I wanted in that moment was to march into Ivy’s bathroom, pin her against the tiled wall, and lose myself in her again.
What the hell was happening to me?
I exhaled slowly. Get a grip, Damian. This was no time to lose my head. There were still threats looming – Matteo’s pack, the police. And Ivy herself was far from safe to trust completely, no matter how sweetly she’d fallen asleep in my arms.
Yet no matter what logic or duty whispered in my ear, one thing was undeniable: I wanted Ivy Romano by my side through it all. Damn the consequences.
I clenched my jaw, making a decision right then and there. I would find a way to make this work—to keep her safe, to keep her with me—even if it upended my world. Because one thing was certain—there was no going back for me now.