Page 91 of Taming Ivy
“I like this nightgown.” He traced a pattern on her back while she huddled against his chest.
Ivy trembled with the reality of her decision. She was about to become Sebastian’s wife. Hisrealwife. Kissing him and touching him like this, there was no escaping the path she’d set. “Should I remove it?” She ached for him to say yes.
“There’s no rush.” Sebastian shifted, slipping the shirt from his shoulders to toss to the side. His eyes, dark and solemn, locked with hers. He gently pushed until she was prone on the settee and he loomed over her. The slide of her gown against the sensitive peaks of her breasts when he moved was both tantalizing and torture. Ivy wanted to arch while at the same time she wanted to pull his body down more firmly atop hers. She groaned in frustration when he placed more distance between them.
Bracing himself with elbows on either side of her head, he leisurely traced the outline of her lips with his tongue, playfully teasing the corners of her mouth before taking it fully. He swirled and teased and dipped and tasted until Ivy was breathless and straining, her hands plunging into the dark silk of his hair.
Sebastian tore his mouth away to drag kisses across her throat, down to the vee of skin exposed by the bodice of the nightgown. She held his head tight, desperate to feel his mouth upon her. Sensing what she wanted, he moved even lower, until the heat of his lips closed over her nipple, wetting the flesh through the thin cloth as he bit and nibbled.
Ivy couldn’t help but moan. She wanted more. She wanted his mouth on her bare skin. She wanted his hands on her nakedness. She wanted his fingers inside her, his body inside her. She wanted him to take her to heights that left her drunk with pleasure.
She wanted him. Wanted. Needed. Craved.
Sebastian lavished the same treatment on her other breast until Ivy writhed beneath him, the hem of her nightgown riding high on her hips. He swept the bare skin of her outer thigh with his hand before settling in a firm grasp of her buttocks. She felt the ridge of his sex trapped as it nestled against the damp cleft of her body when he jerked her closer.
With an impatient growl, he whipped the nightgown over her head. Ivy’s sigh of surrender echoed in the room. Clutching his shoulders, she opened to him when his hand slipped between their bodies.
A whimper of gratification escaped her. With maddening deliberateness, he speared through the chestnut curls at the junction of her legs before dipping inside her.
Ivy’s body clenched around the invasion.
"Sweet Jesus, Ivy,” Sebastian muttered, ravishing her mouth while she quaked with need. His finger leisurely plunged in and out of her slick passage, pausing to swirl the pinpoint of her desire, his thumb nudging the exceedingly sensitive crest there.
Beyond the point of shame, Ivy clasped his hand, pressing it urgently against her throbbing flesh. She sobbed aloud from a frenzied torrent of sensations.
Sebastian froze, all exquisite movements coming to an abrupt halt. Slowly, he lifted his head, the glowing victory in his gaze unconcealed, but Ivy did not care. She wanted him too desperately to care.
"You will recall my words, Ivy.” His eyes deliberately bored into hers.
"Sebastian.” A thread of panic laced through the solitary word. Not for what he might do, but because he might stop doing these wonderful things.
"Tell me,” he demanded in a raspy whisper, his eyes burning like pieces of silver in the firelight. "Not because I must hear it, but so you acknowledgeyouwant this. There will be no going back. No changing your mind. And I won't have you accuse me of deceiving or forcing you.” He bit the words out, his voice strangled, his body taut with need. “If I must stop, if you still need time to accept the fact you are my wife, then tell me. Tell me now so I may set you from me while I still possess the strength to do so.”
Ivy gazed at him, her eyes slumberous, every nerve thrilling to the feel of his finger filling her. He did not move, just waited for her to decide. Her hand, which only seconds ago feverishly pressed his palm to her flesh, came up to tentatively caress his clenched jaw.
Expecting a rapid halt to the seduction, Sebastian regarded her, wary frustration unmistakable in the hardness of his face. He started to slide away.
"Don't…,” Ivy panted, the glide of his fingers dissolving her insides into an inferno, “…stop.”
She arched to him, pressing desperate kisses to his throat, dragging him down to her, the words a breathy entreaty inflaming them both. "Don't stop.God, don't stop. I need you. I want you. If you wish to hear me beg, then I shall. Please, Sebastian, pleasedon't stop...”
Sebastian hesitated, and with a gruff cry, claimed what was his. What was always his.
An answering thrill of wild sweetness raced through Ivy's veins. There was something wickedly carnal in the fact she was utterly naked while he still wore breeches and boots, only his chest bare to her exploration. She wanted to discover every part of him, to learn why his muscles rippled when he moved a certain way, why he groaned as her fingertips skimmed his hard, dark nipples, to know why his breath rattled harsh and hot as her hand drifted to the top of his breeches and coasted along the flat plane of his abdomen.
Sebastian had other ideas.
"Damn it, Ivy. It seems like forever since I touched you, held you. A lifetime since I made you quiver with pleasure.” Capturing her hands in one of his, Sebastian dragged them above her head, and bending his head to her breasts, he took each into the wet furnace of his mouth in turn, licking, biting with restrained excitement until her nipples hardened into sensitive peaks. He resumed the exploration of the junction between her thighs, his fingers gliding in and out, over and around until Ivy trembled uncontrollably and waves crashed over her without warning.
When she cried out, he smothered it with the heat of his mouth, sweeping it away until the only sound in the room was the popping crackle of the fire and their mutual, harsh breathing. When he finally released her hands, she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Sebastian sat up, pulling Ivy sideways into his lap, her legs dangling over his thighs. His palm coasted down the smooth expanse of her back, tracing the delicate line of her spine while she shivered, overwhelmed by sensations and emotions. Huddling against him, she absorbed his heat until he reached for the cream-colored blanket, settling it over her shoulders.
"I'm not cold,” Ivy murmured against his neck, kissing the corded muscles there with soft, presses of her mouth. She did not make any effort to remove the blanket, wondering if he believed she needed it for modesty's sake. She would not take it away just yet. What went on beneath that blanket was secret and hot and private, a little world where nothing else existed except kisses and caresses and whispers of desire.
She alternated the kisses with little bites as he had done to her in the past. Every time her teeth raked his skin, he groaned in approval. Experimentally, she licked a spot below his jaw before lightly biting his earlobe. He tasted salty and clean, shuddering in response to her exploration.
"Is it alright to do this?" Her palms spread across his chest, feeling the powerful muscles bunch beneath her fingertips.
