Chapter 17 Owning Her
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered hoarsely, his hands trailing over her legs, his hungry gaze devouring every inch of her trembling body. His rod twitched, already hardening again, a new wave of desire crashing through him.
He bent down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. His fingers dug into her hips, gripping them possessively. "All mine," he murmured, his lips brushing against her heated flesh.
Ivy's chest heaved, her body too sensitive to bear any more, but the feral glint in his eyes told her he wasn't finished. He slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her closer.
“I’m not done,” he said darkly, his eyes locking with hers. “Not even close.”
Before she could say a word, he pinned her to the bed, his mouth descending on her once more. His tongue flicked over her sensitive nub, his lips closing around it to suck with just enough pressure to make her cry out.
Her thighs trembled around his head, her hands fisting the sheets as his fingers slid deep inside her, curling, stroking, finding every spot that made her whimper helplessly.
Ivy arched off the bed, her breath stuttering as the pleasure coiled tight inside her. He was relentless, worshiping her with his mouth, licking and sucking, dragging her to the brink again and again without mercy. His tongue moved with purpose, slow at first, teasing, then deeper, hungrier.
"Christian—oh God—" She sobbed his name, her body shuddering as she teetered on the edge.
His deep groan vibrated against her core as he latched onto her clit again, flicking his tongue faster, coaxing another broken cry from her lips.
Ivy shattered, a ragged scream ripping from her throat as pleasure consumed her. Her thighs clamped around his head, her body spasming uncontrollably as her release crashed over her in violent waves.
Christian didn’t stop. He held her down, kept licking her, his tongue savoring every pulse, every tremor, dragging out her pleasure until she was a shaking, incoherent mess beneath him.
Her body jerked from overstimulation, but instead of pulling away, he buried his face between her legs, licking her slowly, lazily, as if addicted to the taste of her.
She whimpered, her body wrung out, but Christian hummed against her clit, nipping at it gently before soothing the sting with soft, languid strokes of his tongue.
"Too much," she mumbled weakly, her legs trembling.
"Not enough," he countered, gripping her waist, his strong hands holding her in place as he continued to lick her, slow and unhurried now, savoring every drop of her.
Ivy whimpered, her body trembling under his relentless attention. Even in her exhaustion, the heat between them refused to fade. Christian pressed soft, lingering kisses along her inner thigh, his breath warm against her damp skin.
Then, without a word, he shifted above her, his body pressing against hers as he nudged her legs apart once more. His touch was different this time—slower, deeper, filled with something more potent than just desire.
"Christian..." she murmured sleepily, her fingers brushing weakly against his biceps.
"Yes, Ivy," he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, his voice laced with something raw and possessive. "It’s alright."
His hand caressed her forehead, pushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to her skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
Ivy’s lashes fluttered as she gazed up at him, her body still trembling from exhaustion. He had pushed her past her limits, had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her, but even now, she craved the warmth of his touch.
Christian shifted slightly, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer until her soft curves were pressed against the hard planes of his body. His lips trailed a slow path down her jaw, lingering at the curve of her throat.
Ivy sighed, her body melting into his as he pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder.
His hands slid under her thighs, lifting them around his waist as he pushed into her, inch by inch, filling her completely. Ivy gasped softly, her body still sensitive, but the slow, deliberate way he moved sent a deep, shivering pleasure rolling through her.
There was no rush this time. No desperation.
Just him. Making love to her. Owning her.
Christian buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he rocked into her with deep, measured thrusts. He licked her neck, his movements unhurried, savoring every moment. His hand found hers, threading their fingers together as his thrusts remained steady, coaxing her deeper into bliss.
He whispered her name, worshipped her with his hands, with his lips, with every slow, drugging stroke of his cock. Moments later, she trembled, her fingers tightening on his shoulder briefly as she released herself on him.
With a final deep thrust, he shuddered against her, letting himself go inside her warmth, releasing everything into her. His arms tightened around her as he pressed a lingering kiss to her damp forehead, his heart pounding against hers. His hips still moving, pleasuring her with soft strokes.
Ivy's eyes fluttered shut, her body melting into his as the pleasure lulled her into a hazy bliss. Her breathing turned soft, steady, her arms loosely draped around his shoulders as she surrendered completely.
Feeling her body relax, Christian wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he drove into her with aching tenderness. He didn’t stop until he felt her completely slip away into sleep, her breathing deep and even, her body limp in his embrace.
Her body relaxed fully, her breathing evening out as she drifted into slumber, still wrapped in his embrace.
He finally pulled her against his chest, his breathing ragged. His hand slid up to her hair, smoothing it back gently. Ivy’s head rested on his shoulder, her chest rising and falling in sync with his. A satisfied hum escaped his lips as he held her tightly.
“You’re mine, Ivy.” Christian murmured against her hair, his voice rough and low. “I’m never letting you go.”
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Ivy woke up with a strong arm wrapped tightly around her body, pressing her flush against Christian's hard chest. She could barely breathe from the pressure of his hold.
He was fast asleep, yet his mouth remained latched onto one of her nipples, his tongue lazily swirling around the sensitive peak. The heat of his mouth burned her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her trembling body.
Her mind raced as the events of the previous night flooded back. A flush crept up her face, her body tense. She had never imagined that she'd end up in bed with him on the very night of their marriage.
And yet, here she was, lying next to him, completely bare.
Ivy slowly slid her hand under her breast and gently tugged it out of his mouth. Christian shifted, his brows knitting in tension as she pulled away, but he settled soon after, still deep asleep.
Her gaze settled on Christian's face. He was peaceful, his features calm and relaxed. Even in the morning light, he looked the same. Unbelievably handsome and effortlessly charming.
Carefully, she lifted his hand from her waist and began to slip out of the bed, moving as quietly as possible. But just as she was almost free, his arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and yanked her back. A startled gasp escaped her lips as she fell back onto the mattress, turning to face him—only to find him staring down at her with a sleepy gaze.
"Sleep with me," he mumbled, his voice husky with drowsiness.
Ivy bit her lip, frowning. "No. Let go."
Instead of letting her go, Christian placed his hand on her face and pulled her close, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but his hand slid lower, his touch trailing over her body before slipping between her legs.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she knit her brows together, gripping his hand to stop him before he could slip his fingers inside her.
He pulled back slightly, his expression darkening. "Let me do it," he muttered, his fingers still insistently seeking her slick heat.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her legs trembling. Her body was still sensitive from last night, her body barely able to handle his teasing.
"Hey!" she snapped, yanking his hand away and placing it firmly on his chest as she sat up. "I can't." She swallowed hard before muttering, "I'm… s-sensitive because of last night."
A slow, proud smile stretched across Christian’s lips. His gaze turned intimate, searing as it roamed over her exposed skin. Hickeys covered her neck and chest—visible even though she clutched the bedsheet to her breasts.
"It's not something to be proud of!" she snapped, noticing that look. Heat rushed to her face as she scrambled out of bed.
Christian propped himself up on one elbow, his expression lazy yet predatory as his gaze traced the curve of her body. "I don't think you mean that."
He extended a hand toward her. "Come here," he coaxed, his voice a low murmur. "I'll show you. I promise I'll be gentle this time."
Her eyes widened, and she instinctively stepped back. After an entire night of relentless passion, he still wanted more? Hadn't he shown her enough already?
Without another word, she spun around and rushed toward the bathroom. But just as she was about to slam the door shut, a firm hand stopped it.
Christian stepped inside with a slow, predatory stride, his presence sending a thousand butterflies in her stomach.
She gaped at him in shock. "Christian! Get out! I need to get to the office in an hour!"
Ignoring her protest, he reached for the shower controls, flipping them on. Hot water cascaded down both of them in an instant, soaking the sheet wrapped around her body. The thin fabric clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
Before she could react, he marched up to her, pinning her against the cold shower wall. His large hands slid up her waist, pressing her firmly against the tiles as his mouth descended onto hers. His lips were hot and demanding, parting hers with a possessive hunger that left her breathless.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her deeply. His hands roamed over her wet skin, sliding down her back and cupping her ass as he pressed his hard body against her. A low groan rumbled from his throat as his hand slid up, his thumb brushing over her nipple through the soaked fabric.
"You're not going anywhere today," he murmured against her lips, his voice dark and husky.