Chapter 34 Beg
Ivy let out a broken sob, her body jerking in protest, chasing the pleasure he so cruelly denied her. Her nails dug into his forearm, her eyes wild with frustration. “Please,” she gasped.
“Not yet,” he murmured, gripping her chin between his fingers, forcing her dazed eyes to meet his. “You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers, his words a wicked caress against her trembling mouth.
A violent shudder wracked through her body.
“Christian…” she breathed, desperate, pleading.
His thumb traced over her lower lip, his gaze burning into hers. “Tell me how much you want it.”
She swallowed hard, her throat dry, her body trembling under his gaze. “I need you,” she confessed, voice wrecked, raw.
His pupils dilated, his grip tightening. “Good girl.”
And then—without warning—he thrust into her.
Ivy cried out, her back arching as he stretched her inch by inch, forcing her body to take all of him. The thick, unrelenting intrusion stole the air from her lungs, pleasure and pain twisting into something devastatingly euphoric.
Christian groaned, his head falling against her shoulder, his breath ragged. “Fuck, you’re sucked me in so easily.”
His voice was a strained growl as he pulled back, then slammed into her again, harder this time. The force sent a sharp jolt of pleasure ripping through her, her fingers clawing at his back, desperate to hold onto something, anything.
He set a brutal pace, each deep, punishing thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through her. The glass table trembled beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.
“You take me so fucking well,” he muttered against her skin, his teeth grazing the delicate curve of her neck. His hands roamed over her, gripping her thighs, her waist, her breasts—possessive, claiming. “Like you were made for me.”
Ivy could barely think, barely breathe.
Every drag of his hard rod sent white-hot sparks shooting through her veins, the coil in her belly winding tighter, unbearable.
Christian lifted one of her legs higher, pushing impossibly deeper.
A strangled moan tore from her throat.
“That’s it,” he praised darkly, his voice rough with control. “Give it all to me.”
Her moans were broken, desperate, her entire body tightening, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
Christian’s fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles.
“Cum now, Ivy,” he ordered, his voice thick, demanding.
And she shattered.
Her orgasm crashed over her like wildfire, her body convulsing, her walls fluttering around him, gripping him tight, dragging him deeper. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, a scream ripping from her throat as pleasure consumed her whole.
Christian groaned, his movements turning rougher, more erratic.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he growled, slamming into her one last time before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside her with a strangled moan.
For a moment, all that filled the air were their heavy, uneven breaths.
Christian’s body was still locked against hers, his chest heaving, his lips brushing the damp skin of her shoulder. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, his arms tightening around her as if he had no intention of letting go.
Then he pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes still burning with hunger.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured against her lips, his voice wicked and full of promise. “Not even close.”
Ivy barely had a moment to catch her breath before Christian moved again.
Before she could protest, he hooked an arm under her knees, lifting her from the table with effortless strength. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms curling around his shoulders as he carried her toward the bed.
Her body still trembled from the intensity of her orgasm, every nerve still tingling, but Christian wasn’t satisfied. The dark, insatiable hunger in his gaze told her he wouldn’t be done until she was completely wrecked.
He dropped her onto the plush mattress, and the second her back hit the sheets, he was on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress. His mouth was on hers, devouring, consuming, making her head spin.
“You didn’t think I’d be finished with you so soon, did you?” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
Her body ached—sensitive, overstimulated—but the way he looked at her, like he was starving, made another wave of heat curl low in her belly.
She gasped as his hands slid down her body, his fingers digging into her thighs as he spread her wide beneath him once more.
“You’re still so fucking wet,” he muttered, dragging his cock through her slick folds, teasing her entrance but not pushing inside just yet.
Ivy whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively, trying to take him in. But Christian only smirked, pinning her down with his body.
“Patience,” he murmured darkly. “I want to feel you fall apart for me again.”
His hand slipped between them, his fingers stroking her swollen, oversensitive clit. The touch sent a sharp, electric jolt through her, making her back arch off the bed.
“Too much,” she gasped, her body twitching under his relentless teasing.
Christian chuckled, but there was no mercy in his eyes. “You can take it.”
His fingers moved in slow, torturous circles, keeping her right on the edge, letting pleasure coil so tightly it was almost unbearable.
“Christian…” She gritted his name through clenched teeth, her entire body trembling.
“Beg,” he demanded, his lips brushing against her jaw.
Ivy whimpered, her pride warring with her desperation. But when his fingers pressed harder, rubbing her in just the right way, she shattered.
“Please,” she gasped, nails sinking into his back. “I need you—now.”
A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.
“Good girl.”
In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her open all over again.
A strangled moan ripped from her throat as the pleasure-pain of it sent another shockwave through her. Her walls fluttered around him, still sensitive, making him groan.
“Fuck, you feel even tighter.”
His hands gripped her thighs, pushing them higher, opening her up more. He moved slowly at first, dragging each thrust deep, making her feel every inch of him.
Ivy’s breath hitched, her nails raking down his back, her body molding to his like she was made for this.
Then Christian lost his restraint.
He slammed into her, his pace rough, unrelenting, forcing her deeper into the mattress. Every drag of his shaft hit something devastating inside her, making her cry out, her body already teetering on the edge again.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Being fucked like this.”
She could barely form words, her body consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “God, yes.”
Christian groaned, his movements turning almost punishing, his hands gripping her so tightly she’d have bruises tomorrow.
But she didn’t care.
She wanted this—wanted him.
His fingers found her clit again, rubbing tight, merciless circles as he pounded into her.
“Cum, Ivy,” he commanded, his voice raw, desperate.
Ivy shattered, pleasure slamming into her so violently she thought she might break apart completely. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him so tight he let out a strangled curse.
With a final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning as he spilled inside her, his body jerking with the force of his release.
For a long moment, they stayed tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling in unison.
Christian’s lips trailed lazily down her neck, his breath warm against her skin.
When he finally pulled back to look at her, his dark eyes still smoldered with hunger.
Ivy was still trembling, her body buzzing from the last earth- shattering orgasm, when she felt Christian move again.
She barely had time to catch her breath before he was flipping her over, pressing her face into the mattress, his hands gripping her hips possessively.
A shocked gasp escaped her lips. “Christian—”
“I’m not done,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Her heart pounded as he spread her thighs wider, his rough fingers trailing up her spine before fisting her hair, tugging her head back just enough to make her arch for him.
“You thought I’d be satisfied so easily?” His breath was hot against her ear, his tone edged with dark amusement. “Look at you, still shaking, still soaked for me.”
His other hand slid between her legs, his fingers gliding through the wetness he had already claimed.
Ivy whimpered, her body twitching at the overstimulation, but Christian didn’t stop. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit, making her gasp and jerk against him.
“Ahhh,” she whimpered, her legs trembling.
Christian’s grip tightened in her hair, keeping her exactly where he wanted. “I love this sound,” he rasped, his fingers pressing down harder, making her body jolt with pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
“Christian—”
Her plea was cut off when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, finding the spot that made her toes curl.
Her entire body seized, her mouth parting in a silent cry as pleasure slammed into her again.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Christian murmured, his tone darkly satisfied as he felt her walls flutter around his fingers. “This is the spot that makes you cry, isn’t it?”
Before she could come down from the high, he withdrew his fingers and flipped her onto her back again. Her dazed eyes met his, her breath still coming in ragged gasps.
She thought he would give her a moment to recover.
He didn’t.
Christian grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his body pressing her into the mattress. His weight, his heat, his dominance—it was too much and not enough all at once.
“Christian—”
Her voice broke when his mouth descended on her breast, his teeth scraping over her hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, licking, teasing, before he bit down just enough to make her back arch.
His free hand cupped her other breast, kneading roughly, his thumb rolling over the hardened bud.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned against her skin, dragging his teeth lower, nipping at the underside of her breast before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Ivy writhed beneath him, her body overwhelmed, every nerve on fire.
And then she felt him again—his thick girth dragging against her slick folds, hard, ready.
Her eyes widened.
He smirked against her breast, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
Before she could breathe, he thrust inside her again.
A strangled scream left her lips as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her all over again. He didn’t go slow this time.
There was no buildup, no teasing.
Just raw, punishing hunger.
He slammed into her, his pace rough, unrelenting, each thrust sending her body surging up the bed. Her nails clawed at his back, leaving red welts, but he didn’t stop.
“Christian—”
“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice ragged, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of her throat.
“Christian,” she gasped, her body breaking apart under him.
“Louder.”
He drove into her harder, hitting deep, forcing a scream from her lips.
“Christian!”
His mouth claimed hers again, swallowing her cries as he fucked her mercilessly, his rod dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.
Her body tightened, already on the brink again. The relentless pace, the heat, the force—it was too much.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough circles that made her body seize. “Now.”
Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and shattering. Her vision blurred, her body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her walls pulsing around him.
Christian groaned, feeling her tighten, gripping him so fiercely he nearly lost control.
With a final deep thrust, he buried himself inside her, his release spilling deep as he growled her name against her throat.
They stayed tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their chests heaving, neither willing to move just yet.
After a long moment, Christian finally lifted his head. He brushed his thumb over the bruises forming on her skin.
His touch softened, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her flushed skin, as if savoring every mark he had left on her body. His palm smoothed down her side, his touch warm, reverent, before gliding back up to cup her breast.
Ivy let out a soft, breathy sigh as his thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple, still aching from his earlier touch. A shiver ran through her as he rolled it between his fingers, his touch slow, unhurried.
“Christian…” Her voice was a whisper, dazed, exhausted.
He dipped his head, his hot mouth latching onto her breast, his lips wrapping around the swollen peak as he sucked deep.
A weak moan escaped her lips, her body trembling despite her exhaustion.
Christian groaned against her skin, his tongue flicking over the stiff bud before sucking harder, pulling her deeper into his mouth. His other hand massaged her other breast, kneading, teasing, his thumb rubbing slow, hypnotic circles that made her whimper.
He took his time, worshiping her with his mouth, alternating between soft licks and sharp nips, his possessive hunger still simmering beneath the surface.
Even as Ivy’s body melted against him, her muscles giving in to exhaustion, he didn’t stop.
He sucked harder, his teeth scraping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue, drawing out every last shudder from her spent body.
Minutes passed—long, torturous, blissful minutes—before his grip loosened, his touches becoming lazier, his breathing slowing.
Still holding her close, his mouth never leaving her skin, Christian’s movements grew sluggish, his fingers still rubbing slow, absentminded circles over her other breast as his body finally succumbed, lost in her scent.
His lips stayed latched onto her nipple as he drifted into sleep, his tongue idly flicking against her every so often, as if even in unconsciousness, he refused to let her go. His mouth still lazily suckling her, his fingers tracing over her skin.
Ivy let out a soft, contented sigh, her body curling into his warmth as she fell into darkness with him.