Page 19 of Torn Ivy
I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Instead, I pull him back in for another searing kiss. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more.
Tate shifts his grip, hitching my legs higher around his waist. With one smooth thrust, his cock is inside me, filling my pussy completely. We both groan at the sensation.
“Fucking hell, Ivy,” he pants against my neck. “What you do to me.”
I can only whimper in response as he sets a punishing pace that drives the onslaught of pleasure. There’s nothing but this moment, nothing but Tate and the exquisite fucking between us.
My clit throbs as Tate pounds into me, his thick cock stretching me to perfection. The hot water cascades over us as he fucks me against the shower wall like there is no tomorrow, his mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck and collarbone.
“Tate,” I gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
He growls low in his throat, increasing his pace. One hand grips my arse while the other slides between us to rub tight circles on my clit. The dual sensations have me rocketing towards an orgasm overwhelmingly fast.
“That’s it, little princess,” Tate murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words, combined with the relentless pleasure, push me over the edge. I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, my pussy clenching tightly around him. Tate grunts, shoving his dick even further into me before he unloads, pressing his forehead to mine as we are rained down on by the growing cooler water.
The intensity of our connection, both physical and emotional, leaves me feeling raw and vulnerable.
“We should probably get out before the water turns ice cold,” I murmur eventually.
Tate nods, carefully setting me down on shaky legs. He reaches behind me to turn off the shower, then grabs a towel to wrap around me.
I find it hard to believe that I brought him to me, naked and ready to impale me on his rock-hard cock, but here he is.
It’s slightly terrifying though. What else might this new power do without my conscious control?
8
IVY
Wakingup alone after possibly the weirdest night of my life is different from how I expected it to be. There is no dread, no anxiety about what I have to do. Instead, I feel strangely at peace with my situation. Death might be a massive arsehole who wants me to kill my guys or have my soul, but there is power in knowing who your enemy is. More than that, there is power in knowing who and what you are.
Although that is debatable right about now. Really need to figure that shit out or I’ll die trying. It’s not exactly how I want to go out.
I stretch languidly, feeling the buzz of that chaos magick under my skin like thousands of fizzing champagne bubbles racing through my veins. It’s still there, waiting to be unleashed, but it doesn’t feel as volatile as it did last night. Maybe because I’m starting to accept it as part of me rather than fighting against it. Or maybe it’s because I was sleeping, and once I fully wake up, all hell will break loose.
I guess we will find out shortly.
Rolling out of bed, glad of my warm pjs in the cold morning, I pad to the bathroom and yawn before setting about getting myself in order.
Once back in my bedroom, there is a knock on the door that makes me jump. The chaos magick surges in response to my startled state. Pink sparks dance across my skin before I can calm it. Frowning, I go to answer it, opening it a crack and glaring out, expecting Ramsey.
Instead, it’s Cathy, looking pristine as always in another smart suit, this time a deep navy that makes her look even more intimidating than usual. “Good morning, Ivy. Ramsey let me in. I hope you don’t mind the early hour. Sleep well?”
“Actually, yeah,” I say, unclenching a bit, surprising myself with the truth of it. “I feel different. Like everything’s sharper somehow, more real.”
She nods as if this is exactly what she expected, moving into the room as I let her pass with that graceful efficiency I’ve always envied. “The chaos magick is settling into your system. Now that you’ve acknowledged it, it’s becoming more integrated with your natural abilities. It’s quite fascinating to watch, actually.”
“So how come losing Mum and Dad didn’t give this to me?” I blurt out and then chew my lip as I wait for the answer.
She sighs. “I’m not sure. I was waiting for it. But it never came. Maybe grief isn’t your trigger. Or even anger. Betrayal seems to be the ticket.”
“I felt betrayed by them leaving me.”
“Did you, though? I don’t think you felt betrayed, Ivy. You were sad and angry, but not betrayed. Not really.”
I lower my gaze, taking that in. I suppose she’s right. In light of recent events, it makes sense.
