Page 47 of Candy Cane Chains

She moves lower, kissing and biting her way down my chest. Her fingers trace the waistband of my pants, teasing. I catch her by the waist, flipping her back onto the mat. She laughs, the sound breathy and intoxicating.

"You're going to have to do better than that," I say, pinning her wrists above her head once more. She struggles, bucking her hips against mine. The friction sends jolts of pleasure through me, but I hold back, waiting.

I kiss her inner thigh again, feeling her tremble. Her hands claw at the mat, desperate for something to hold onto. I can feel her frustration building, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Tell me where you want me, Ivy," I murmur, nipping gently at the exposed skin of her lower stomach. She cries out, hips lifting toward my mouth.

"Lower," she pants, trying to guide my head with her hands. But I'm not done playing yet.

I nip at her stomach, her hip, along her thighs. But never. between them. She growls in frustration, and the sound goes straight to my groin. I love seeing her unravel, losing control. It's intoxicating.

This time when she moves, I'm not ready to stop her. She doesn't reach for me. Instead, she wriggles out of her leggings and underwear, kicking them off with a defiant flourish. Her tank top goes next, tossed aside like a challenge. She's on me again, teeth sinking into my lip, hands clawing at my pants. I pin her on her back, enjoying the fight in her eyes.

"You want this?" I growl, gripping her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her chest heaves, breasts straining against the silk of her bra.

"You know I do," she whines, bucking her hips against me. I laugh, low and dark, leaning down to bite the swell of her breast. She yelps, but there's no fear in her eyes. Only fire.

She manages to get a leg free, wrapping her leg around me, and using her body to flip us. She pushes me onto my back, straddling me. Her hands roam my chest, nails digging into my skin.

I grip her hair, jerking her head back and biting her neck, hard. She hisses, grinding her against me. Her moan vibrates against my lips.

She manages to get her hands between us, moving them to my belt. She undoes it, never breaking eye contact. There's a wildness in her amber eyes, a hunger that matches my own. She yanks my pants down, just enough to free me. Her small hand wraps around my length, squeezing. I buck my hips, a growl tearing from my chest.

She lifts herself up, positioning me at her entrance. She's wet, dripping. I can feel her heat, ready for me. She slides down, taking me in one smooth stroke. Her head falls back, a cry ripping from her throat. I grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

She starts to move, riding me hard. Her breasts bounce, nipples peaked. I reach up, pinching one between my fingers through the fabric of her lacy bra. She cries out, grinding down on me. I do it again, harder. Her nails dig into my chest, and I just know she is leaving crescent moons in my skin. The pain only spurs me on.

I slap her breast, leaving a red handprint. She moans, riding me faster. Her walls clench around me, squeezing me tight as I do it again. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing.I pinch her nipples again, twisting. She screams, her body convulsing as she comes.

Her orgasm triggers my own. I grip her hips, thrusting up into her as I find my release. She collapses onto my chest, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. Her body is slick with sweat, her hair a tangled mess. She looks up at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Round two?" she whispers, nipping at my jaw. I laugh, flipping her onto her back. Her eyes widen, surprise melting into desire. I lean down, capturing her mouth with mine. The fight's not over yet.

24

IVY

Isit cross-legged on Julian's leather couch, his laptop balanced on my thighs as three familiar faces fill the screen. Jessica's pristine home office serves as her backdrop, while Sophie lounges in what appears to be a luxury hotel room. Lily's face takes up most of her frame - she never quite got the hang of video chat distances.

"So you're really staying with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dangerous?" Sophie leans closer to her camera, her perfectly lined eyes widening. "I need every detail."

"It's not like that." I adjust the screen, grateful the camera won't pick up the marks Julian left on my neck. "We're just... figuring things out." I blow out a breath. "It's not like I can go home right now."

"Please." Jessica's perfectly manicured nails tap against her desk. "You've never missed a planned event in your life. Now you're skipping Christmas with your family?"

Julian handled sending off excuses on my behalf. I usually go see my sister and cousins for a few days, try to keep up the traditions. This year, though, I'm not going anywhere.

I just shrug. "I think they knew I needed a change of scenery this year."

"Speaking of the new scenery..." Lily's entire screen goes dark for a moment as she fumbles with her phone. "When do we get to see this place? Give us a tour!"

"Not happening." I laugh, shifting to get more comfortable. "You three are worse than-"

The elevator's distinctive hum cuts through the air. My spine straightens as Julian strides in, his suit jacket draped over one arm. His presence fills the room, drawing my attention like a magnet.

He moves behind the couch, bending down to press his lips against mine. The kiss is brief but possessive, and I'm already a puddle when he lets go.

"Ladies." His voice carries that commanding tone that makes my stomach flip.

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