Page 58 of Candy Cane Chains

Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back. She's begging for my marks, her nails leaving half-moon indents in my skin. I can feel her heat, her desperation, her need. It matches my own, a raging inferno threatening to consume us both.

I break the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I rest my forehead against hers, my eyes locked on her swollen lips. "You're mine, Ivy," I rasp, my voice hoarse. "All fucking mine."

She nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yours," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Only yours, Julian."

I pin Ivy against the wall, my hands gripping the hem of her sweater dress. Her breath hitches, those amber-brown eyes widening as she looks up at me. Travis is a whimpering mess on the floor, but I couldn't care less about him. This is about Ivy and me.

"Tell me who you belong to, Ivy," I demand, my voice a low growl. I need to hear her say it. I need her to admit what I already know.

She swallows hard, her delicate hands reaching up to grip my lapels. "You, Julian," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours."

I reward her with a slow, deep kiss, my hands sliding under her dress, pushing it up inch by inch. Her skin is soft, warm, and she shivers as my calloused hands explore her thighs. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down her jaw. "Again," I command, my voice rough.

"I'm yours, Julian," she says, louder this time, her voice steady. I pull her dress higher, exposing more of her skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"And who do you want?" I ask, my hands stilling at the top of her thighs, my thumbs brushing the edge of her tights. I can see the desire in her eyes, the need. But I want her to say it. I want her to admit it.

"You, Julian," she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Only you."

I rip her tights, the sound sharp and sudden in the room. She gasps, her eyes widening, but she doesn't protest. Instead, she grinds against me, her body begging for more. I slip my hands between her thighs, feeling her heat, her wetness. She moans, her head falling back against the wall.

"And who makes you feel like this, Ivy?" I ask, my fingers stroking her, teasing her. Her hips buck against my hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"You, Julian," she cries out, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. "Only you."

I capture her mouth in another searing kiss, my hands exploring her body, learning every curve, every line. I unzip her dress, sliding it off her shoulders, exposing her bare skin. She's naked in my arms, her body pressing against mine, her hips grinding against me.

"Please, Julian," she begs, her voice a whimper. "Please claim me."

I growl, my hands gripping her hips, lifting her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back. I can feel her heat, her need. I can see the desperation in her eyes. She's mine. All mine. And I'm going to claim her, right here, right now.

I undo my belt, my eyes never leaving hers. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She's not looking atTravis, not caring that he's watching. She's all mine, her focus solely on me. Just the way it should be.

I slide my hand between her thighs, feeling her slick wetness. She moans, her hips bucking against my hand. She's soaked, her desire coating my fingers. It's sick, it's wrong, but fuck, it turns me on knowing she's this wet from the violence, from the claiming, from Travis watching.

"You like this, don't you?" I growl, my voice rough. "You like him watching me claim you."

She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Yes," she gasps, her eyes glazing over. "Only you, Julian. Always you."

I free myself, my cock hard and aching. I lift her higher, her legs tightening around my waist. I can feel her heat, her entrance slick and ready. I slide into her, a low groan escaping my lips. She's tight, her walls clenching around me, drawing me in deeper.

I start to move, my hips thrusting against hers. I'm not gentle, I'm not slow. I fuck her hard, giving her everything I have. And she takes it, her body moving in sync with mine, her moans filling the room. She's perfect, so fucking perfect.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her body arching against mine. I can feel her tense, her walls clenching around me. She's close, so close. I thrust harder, deeper, my body coiled tight.

"Julian," she cries out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. I follow her over the edge, my body shuddering, my release violent and intense. I can feel her milking me, her walls pulsing around me, drawing out every last drop.

I crush my lips against hers, swallowing her cries, her moans. I can taste her, taste us, taste the raw, primal need that consumes us both. It's brutal, it's intense, it's fucking perfect.

I slow my thrusts, my body coming down from the high. Ivy's body goes limp, her breaths coming in soft, slow gasps. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her body slick with sweat.

I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers. Her eyes are closed, her lips curved in a soft, satisfied smile. She's never looked more beautiful, more mine.

I stay like that, buried deep inside her, her body pressed against mine. I don't give a fuck about Travis, about the world outside. It's just me and Ivy, lost in our own fucked up paradise.

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