Page 47 of Ivy & Bone

“Still not aroused?”

“No.”

“Hmm.” His hand lowered until he cupped her ass.

Prue stiffened, nostrils flaring.

“Too much?” Cyrus asked in a low whisper. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“You’re groping me. Even the filthiest of creatures would make me uncomfortable if they did that.”

Cyrus arched an eyebrow, easily sensing the lie. “Ah. Well, here I was concerned about your body heat.” He removed his hand, calling her bluff. “I’ll stop, if that’s what you wish.”

“I—” Prue’s mouth clamped shut, irritation flaring in her eyes. Cyrus’s body was still lined up with hers, her curves perfectly molded against him.

Cyrus smirked at her, delighting in the blush that crept up her cheeks.

“Stop it,” she snapped.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that.”

Cyrus chuckled. “I didn’t realize I was looking at you a certain way. If you’re so unaffected by my presence, all you have to do is shut your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Prue said suddenly. She pressed her lips together tightly, as if she hadn’t intended to say this.

Triumph roared in his chest. “What is it you would like to do?” His voice was barely a murmur. He leaned in and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

Prue only stared at him, her lavender eyes beckoning. In that gaze, she seemed to say, Everything.

A thrill shot through him as he placed his hand on her ass once more. Desire stirred in her eyes.

“If you’re uncomfortable,” Cyrus said again, “tell me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she rasped. Then, she blinked, her face reddening again. “I mean, I’m not uncomfortable. It’s fine.”

“So . . . this?” Cyrus nudged his leg between hers, satisfied to feel slickness there. “This is all right?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes closing.

His hand found her thigh. “And this?”

“Yes.” The word sounded like a plea.

He inched upward, his fingers climbing higher and higher until he met that pool of wetness between her legs. His cock twitched in response.

“Goddess above,” Prue moaned.

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He slid one finger inside her. Then another. She gasped, throwing her head back. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her fingernails digging into him, but the sharp sting only ignited his arousal further.

When Cyrus halted his movements, she raked her nails down his back in silent command.

Cyrus leaned closer until his nose brushed her ear. He whispered, “Perhaps I should make you beg.”

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