Page 84 of Poison Ivy
I grip my cock and tug harshly, wanting to ruinher completely. I jerk off, my cock going even stiffer in my grip. Ivy pants, sticking her tongue out, knowing what’s coming. She is utterly perfect in every way. How was I so obsessed over her alter ego when this was right in front of me? With a loud grunt, I spray my load all over her face, some landing on her outstretched tongue. She looks totally debauched and satisfied, her body still trembling between Tate and Bram.
“Fuck,” I groan, drinking in the sight of her, gripping her hair tightly. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re ours,” Bram says, easing out of her arse. “Poison or Ivy, I see, I know who you are.”
“And Aspen,” Tate snickers as Ivy climbs off him to curl up at the top of the bed.
“That blue-haired bitch?” Bram snarls.
“Yep,” Ivy says with a laugh. “But that’s it, I promise.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, lying next to her. “You could have a hundred shifted personas, and we would want all of them.” I cup her face and brush my lips over hers as Tate goes to get a cloth to clean her up.
She smiles, her eyes closing, and I let her sleep, knowing that it won’t be long before we need to take her again.
41
BRAM
“What?”
Ivy’s eyes open as she must sense me watching her. Tate and Torin are asleep, surrounding her, but I’m watching from the side of the bed, slightly damp from my shower, trying to find some resemblance to Poison, but there is none.
Her gaze searches mine, suddenly alert as if she can read my thoughts. “You want her, don’t you,” she states, flatly. “It’s always been about her.”
She sits up and moves to climb off the bed, but I grab her hand. “No, it’s not that. I mean, yeah, it started out as wanting Poison, but knowing who she is now, knowing you are the woman behind her…”
“Just spit it out,” she whisper-snaps, trying not to wake the others.
I blink as I try to organise my thoughts. “You have no fucking idea how attracted I am to you. To Ivy. I’ve seen you as Poison, a hard-core assassin who hastaken everything we have thrown at her and walked away with her head held high; it was beyond a turn-on. But seeing the real you, the face behind the mask, the woman who you really are, the emotions you carry, the face you wear…” I cup it and brush my hand over her lips. “… fuck, Ivy. You, little mouse, are the most precious creature I have ever come across.”
She opens her mouth to protest my insult, but I shut her mouth for her with a kiss. I don’t mean it that way anymore. It’s switched from an offending comment to an endearment.
Ivy melts into my kiss, her body relaxing against mine. When we break apart, her eyes search my face.
“You really mean that?” she whispers.
“Every fucking word,” I growl, pulling her closer. “You’re everything, Ivy. You’re not just Poison or Aspen or any other persona,” I murmur. “You’re Ivy. And that’s who I want.”
She shivers as my hand trails down her spine. “But what about?—”
“Shh,” I murmur, cutting her off with another kiss. “No more questions. Let me show you how much I want you. Just you.”
I roll us so she’s beneath me, settling between her thighs. Her breath hitches as I slowly push inside her, still slick from earlier.
“Bram,” she gasps, arching into me.
I set a languid pace, savouring every inch of her. This isn’t just fucking anymore - it’s somethingdeeper, more intense. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer as I rock into her.
“You feel so good,” I groan, nipping at her neck. “So perfect.”
Her nails dig into my back as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.
I can feel her getting close, her body trembling under mine. “That’s it, little mouse,” I purr. “Come for me. Let me know how good I make you feel.”
“Bram!” She cries out my name, and I groan, my cock stiffening even more inside her.
“Fuck, Ivy. I love it when you say my name.”
