Chapter 79 Seventy Nine

Chapter 79 Seventy Nine
IVY POV

I stood there, trembling, my skin on fire under his gaze. Every nerve in my body alive, desperate for him.

He stepped closer, closing the distance until I could feel his breath on my skin. His hands cupped my breasts, firm and demanding, and his lips followed, pressing against my skin, warm and wet.

I gasped, arching into him, letting out a soft, needy moan as his mouth traveled across me, teasing, licking, sucking. My hands gripped his shoulders, trying to hold myself steady, but I couldn’t stop the heat that was building, the hunger inside me that he was feeding.

“You taste so sweet always,” he murmured against my skin, his fangs brushing gently as he nipped at my nipples.

I shivered violently, my back arching as waves of pleasure rolled through me. Every touch, every kiss, every bite made me lose control a little more. My body was his, and I wanted more, needed more.

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over my nipple, and I let out a sharp gasp, heat spiraling through me.

His hand shot down to my ass, gripping it hard, and then slapped it, making me moan louder, arching into him without thinking.

Every touch, every bite, every flick of his tongue sent fire racing through my veins. I was trembling, lost in the sensation, my body moving on its own, craving more, needing more.

I could feel him pressing against me, hard and unrelenting, and I gasped again, letting out a low, needy moan. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as my body shivered, burning with desire.

He moved to my other breast, his mouth hungry and demanding. He sucked hard, teasing, biting just enough to make me shiver, while his hand gripped and squeezed the first one, kneading me roughly.

I gasped, moaning, my body arching toward him, wanting more. Every flick of his tongue, every bite, every hard squeeze made me tremble, heat pooling low in me, desperate and aching.

I could feel his strength pressing against me, controlling me, and it sent a thrill straight through my veins. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as my chest heaved and my hips shifted, craving more of him, needing more of him.

His hand slid down my body as he continued sucking my breast, hot and demanding.

“Tell me dirty words, Ivy,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. “Say things that would drive me wild.”

My mind went blank. I didn’t know many dirty words.

“What you like to hear?,” I moaned, voice trembling, heat pooling low inside me.

A low, amused growl escaped him. “Anything you want to say, I like it when you talk dirty to me.” he murmured, sucking my breast harder, tugging and nipping, making me shiver violently.

I bit my lip, gasping as his hand roamed lower, fingers tracing and teasing, while his mouth claimed me. Every touch, every bite, every word of his teaching set my body on fire.

“Tell me , ‘Fuck me hard…’” His hand slammed down on my ass hard, making me gasp. “Say, ‘I want to bounce on my dripping pussy on that cock.’”

I trembled, heat spilling through me, my mind spinning.

“Go on … ,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear, voice low and commanding. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

I swallowed, my body burning, every nerve alive. I wanted him, needed him… and I wanted his fingers inside me.

“F-fuck my pussy with your finger…” I whispered, my cheeks burning, but my voice trembling with need.

His eyes darkened with hunger, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “That’s it,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower, teasing, pressing, ready to make me scream.

“That’s it, honey,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “More… tell me more of what you want.”

Heat pooled deep inside me, trembling in every nerve. My body ached, hungry, desperate, craving his touch.

“I… I want… I want you to fuck me… hard,” I whispered, my voice shaking, my hands gripping his shoulders. “I want you to make me scream… make me yours.”

A low chuckle rumbled from him, dark and pleased. “Good girl… that’s exactly what I like to hear,” he murmured, his hand sliding lower, teasing, stroking, making me shiver uncontrollably.

My breath hitched, my hips arching into him, needing more. Every word I spoke, every moan, made his eyes darken with hunger, and I felt my own fire rising, wild and untamed.

Then his mouth crashed onto mine, hard and demanding, and I gasped into the kiss as his hand spread my thighs.

“You want me to fuck you with my finger?” he growled against my lips, his hand sliding over me, caressing, teasing, tracing every slick curve.

Before I could answer, he slid his finger into my pussy, slow at first, then moving, curling, hitting all the right spots.

“Arghh… fuck!,” I moaned, my body trembling, hips bucking against him, desperate for more.

Every thrust of his finger made heat pool lower, building, coiling inside me. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as he kissed me harder, claiming me, making me lose all control.

His finger moved deeper, curling inside me, hitting every sensitive spot. I gasped, my back arching, body trembling as waves of heat rolled through me.

“Ah… Ronan… oh yes…” I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He didn’t stop. He pumped his fingers inside me, slow at first, then harder, faster, teasing me, making me cry out between gasps.

“F-fuck… yes… more…” I whimpered, hips moving on their own, chasing the pleasure, needing every touch, every movement.

My breath came in ragged gasps, each one louder than the last, my chest rising and falling as he continued to finger me, rough and relentless.