Chapter 82 Eighty Two

Chapter 82 Eighty Two
IVY POV

He kept slamming into me, each thrust harder than the last, his hand smacking my ass again and again. The sting mixed with pleasure, making me cry out, moaning his name, arching my back, trying to take every hard, brutal stroke.

“Oh… yes… RONAN!… harder… fuck me!” I gasped, my hands clawing the sheets as heat burned through my core. My pussy clenched tightly around him, pulsing with every thrust, begging for release.

“Fuck… that’s my girl… take it… " You love it, don’t you?” he growled, one hand gripping my hip, the other raking over my back. His voice, low and rough, made something wild ignite inside me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. My body shook violently, my legs trembling, my pussy pulsing around him. A hot, deep moan tore from my throat as the coil inside me snapped, my orgasm crashing over me in waves.

“Ahhh… ! I’m… I’m cumming!” I screamed, my back arching, my body quivering as pleasure tore through me, raw and uncontrollable.

He didn’t let up, thrusting deep and brutal, riding out my release with me, his growls mixing with my screams as our bodies moved together in a wild, fevered rhythm.

My body was still trembling, slick and burning, as he kept pounding into me, each thrust deep and hard. My moans filled the room, raw and ragged, my pussy clenching around him, milking him with every movement.

“Faye… fuck… you’re mine…” he groaned, voice rough, low, and needy. His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight as his thrusts grew uneven, heavy, desperate.

I felt him shudder inside me, his cock pulsing deep, and then he let go, filling me again, groaning my name as his release tore through him. Heat and need spread through me, every nerve on fire, every inch of me alive with sensation.

We stayed pressed together, chests heaving, sweat slicking our skin, hearts pounding in sync. He lowered his forehead to my back, breathing hard, voice husky and rough:

“God… you’re perfect, Ivy … every inch… mine…”

I shivered against him, still trembling, still raw, still burning with the memory of his hands, his cock, his growls… my own heat lingering, my body still aching and alive with fire.

I leaned back slightly, feeling him wrapped around me, his chest against mine, and I knew… I had never felt power, desire, or need like this before, not like this,the urge to always sleep with him was stronger each time.

We lay there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies slick and tangled. My skin still burned from every touch, every thrust, every bite, but the tension slowly shifted into a slow, heavy heat that lingered in my veins.

He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, then my neck, his lips lingering as his hands stroked my back gently now, not rough but firm, keeping me close. I shivered, curling into him, still trembling, still alive with fire and need.

“God… you’re incredible,” he murmured, voice low and husky, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His lips ghosted over mine before he finally whispered, “we should probably heard home.”

I blinked at him, still catching my breath, heart racing, and nodded. My body ached, my pussy still pulsing, but I wanted him… all of him, still.

He smiled against my forehead, lifting me carefully, his hands warm and strong, and I felt the raw intimacy in the way he held me. Even exhausted, even burning, even trembling, I knew… this sexual relationship might come to burn me later but I didn’t care at this moment.

He shifted slightly, pressing me closer against him, lips brushing mine in long, lingering kisses. My hands roamed his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the heat still radiating from his skin.

“God… I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my bottom lip before slipping in for a demanding kiss. I moaned into his mouth, letting him take control, my body melting against him.

His hands slid down my sides, fingers teasing over my hips, teasing the curves of me, making me shiver. I could feel the slick heat of my pussy still pressed against him, throbbing, aching for more, and the thought made my breath hitch.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark, hungry. “Do you feel it too, Ivy ? No matter how much we have sex it’s never enough?”

I swallowed, nodding, body trembling. “Yes……”

A wicked smile curved his lips as he trailed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, teasing my skin. “Then let me make you feel even more… let me touch you, taste you… all of you,” he whispered, voice deep, teasing, dangerous.

I gasped as his fingers traced my thighs, teasing, brushing the wetness still there, making me shiver violently. His lips found mine again, pressing hard, claiming, while his hands explored, holding me, teasing me, making me moan and writhe under him.

Every touch, every kiss, every growl from him made my body heat, made my pussy ache, made me feel alive in a way I never had before. I was his, completely, and yet it felt like he was awakening something deeper in me, something raw, hungry, and wild.

We stayed on the ground, our breathing slowly evening out, but neither of us really letting go. His fingers traced lazy patterns along my back, like he was memorizing me, like I might disappear if he stopped touching me.

I stayed quiet for a moment, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady… calm.

Mine wasn’t.

My thoughts kept spinning.

I shouldn’t be here like this. I shouldn’t feel safe in his arms. I shouldn’t be falling for him at all.

But I was again.

And that scared me more than anything else.

My fingers pressed on his chest.

He noticed.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

I hesitated. Then I shook my head a little. “Nothing…”