Chapter 38 Keep Quiet
Ivy barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. A strangled gasp tore from her throat, her back arching off the bed as his tongue flicked relentlessly, circling, teasing, then lapping over the sensitive bud like he wanted to consume her.
His other hand grasped her neglected breast, fingers kneading roughly, thumb brushing over the hardened peak before he pinched it between his fingers. She whimpered, her thighs squeezing together, desperate for relief from the pulsing ache between them.
"Christian—"
He growled low in response, his mouth sealing around her nipple again, sucking deep, his tongue swirling in merciless patterns. The wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the room, each flick of his tongue sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her body.
Then he bit down.
A choked cry escaped her lips, her body jerking at the sharp, delicious sting. He soothed the bite immediately, his tongue sweeping over the tender flesh, then sucking harder, drawing her deeper into his mouth as if he wanted to mark her from the inside out.
Her fingers twisted in his hair, yanking, but he only groaned in pleasure, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he ground himself against her, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to him.
“Oh god!” she whimpered aloud.
"You’re too loud," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky. "Someone outside might hear you."
His voice was rough, breathless against her skin before he flicked his tongue again, dragging it over her swollen nipple before biting down once more, just hard enough to make her cry out, despite her attempts to suppress her voice.
Ivy gasped, her body trembling, lost in the pleasure coursing through her veins. He moved to the other breast, his lips closing around her with a hunger that made her dizzy, his hand still kneading the other, twisting, teasing, wrecking her completely.
His pace quickened, his mouth relentless—licking, sucking, biting—until her entire body felt like it was on fire, her skin hypersensitive to every flick of his tongue, every firm pull of his lips. She was trembling, panting, clawing at his shoulders, desperate for more, desperate for him.
“Ivy…” His voice was husky, thick with desire.
She gasped as his hand slid between her thighs, finding her damp with anticipation. His fingers traced over the delicate lace covering her, teasing, torturing.
Her head fell back against the bed as he pressed his knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. His lips found hers again, swallowing the soft sounds escaping her mouth.
“Keep quiet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath her panties.
She bit her lip harder as he slid a finger inside her, moving slowly, deliberately. Heat coiled in her belly, her breathing uneven as he worked her up with precise, teasing strokes.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he added another finger, stretching her.
His other hand covered her mouth as a whimper threatened to escape. “Shhh… We don’t want my father to hear, do we?”
She shook her head frantically, her body trembling as pleasure built inside her.
Christian’s breath was hot against her ear. “Good girl.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake.
He hovered over her, his lips brushing hers in a slow, sensual kiss as he aligned himself at her entrance.
Ivy’s hands clutched the sheets, her body tensing in anticipation. He groaned, his control slipping as he watched her struggle to hold in her sounds, her face flushed with need. He wanted to hear her.
With one slow thrust, he pushed inside her, stretching her inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Her legs locked tighter around his waist, her body shuddering as she adjusted to him.
A gasp slipped past her lips, her walls clenching around him as he stilled, allowing her to adjust. He exhaled a shaky breath, his control barely holding as he felt her warmth envelop him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips trailing down her collarbone.
Christian’s forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy, ragged. He held himself still, giving her time, savoring the tight heat around him. But when she shifted beneath him, rolling her hips ever so slightly, he lost the last thread of restraint.
His grip on her thighs tightened as he pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her lips parting in a silent cry as pleasure rocked through her.
Each movement was slow, deep, dragging out every sensation, every moment. The room was filled with nothing but their heavy breathing, the soft creak of the bed, the unbearable pleasure between them.
Her body arched under him, meeting his every thrust, taking him deeper, pulling him in. His grip tightened, his pace quickening as he chased both of their releases.
Her thighs clenched around him, her body tightening, and he felt it—the way she started to unravel, the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go.
That was enough to tip him over the edge.
His body tensed as he came, his arms caging her in, his breath ragged against her ear as he shuddered through his release.
"It's okay... it's alright." Christian's voice was a low whisper against Ivy's ear. His touch was deceptively gentle, right before his powerful hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide apart, exposing her trembling, soaked core to his greedy gaze.
A wicked smirk curved his lips as he traced his fingers down her slick folds, feeling how ready she was for him. Without warning, he shoved two thick fingers into her tight hole, burying them deep. Ivy's body arched off the mattress, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her walls clenched around him.
"Let's make you more soft first," he muttered, his fingers stretching her mercilessly. "Once I stretch you good enough, you'll take my cock again, right?"
He didn’t wait for her answer. His fingers drove in and out of her at a brutal pace, curling inside her, hitting deep. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her, her walls fluttering around him, helpless against his relentless strokes.
"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!" she cried out, her body trembling as his fingers worked her ruthlessly.
Her body trembled beneath him, the bed creaking under the force of his movements. Christian pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his muscular frame pressing her down against the mattress, trapping her beneath him. She couldn't move—not even an inch. His other hand pumped into her soaked heat, stretching her mercilessly. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into her filled the air.
It was too much. Too fast. Her body arched, her walls squeezing his fingers tightly. "Ahh—!"
A sudden gush of heat spilled down his hand.
"You're dripping all over my hand," he growled, pulling his fingers out and rubbing her juices against her swollen clit.
Ivy whimpered, her thighs shaking as his fingers returned, thrusting deeper, rougher.
"Hush, Ivy," Christian murmured, he moved faster, his breath heavy with need. "Once won’t be enough. You need more."
She gasped as he suddenly flipped her onto her stomach, his strong hands yanking her hips up, positioning her on all fours. He spread her legs wider and leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her soaked folds before his tongue flicked against her clit.
Ivy's entire body jolted.
"Christian—!" she gasped, but he didn’t let her speak.
His tongue circled her swollen bud before dragging it down and licking her slick entrance. Then, without warning, he shoved his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
Ivy sobbed against the sheets, her fingers clawing at them as he devoured her.
"Ahh! Please—!" she whimpered, her hips bucking against his face.
Christian groaned against her, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her wider. He licked her deeper, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before pulling away to watch her dripping core clench around nothing.
"You taste fucking perfect," he murmured. "I could eat you all night."
His tongue returned, licking, sucking, devouring. He was relentless, his lips wrapping around her swollen nub as he sucked hard, sending shockwaves through her trembling body. Ivy was a mess beneath him, gasping, moaning, grinding herself against his face.
Christian’s fingers returned, plunging into her alongside his tongue. She choked on a cry, her walls squeezing around him as he fucked her with his mouth and hand.
"Ahh! Oh fuck… Christian. Christian, w-wait!" she squealed, her mind hazy.
"No," he grinned darkly, curling his fingers inside her. "You're clenching me so tight. I don’t think you really want me to pull out."
Her thighs shook violently. She was close. Too close.
Christian felt it, the wetness of her soaked heat. He sucked on her clit with devastating force.
Ivy shattered.
A scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, juices spilling onto his face as she came hard against his mouth. But Christian didn’t stop.
"Christian—! Ahhh! Oh my God!" she sobbed.
His tongue kept lapping at her, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking uncontrollably. Only when she whimpered in overstimulation did he finally pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and feral.
"Christian, someone is going to hear me!" Her voice wavered, panic mixing with the pleasure wrecking her body.
Christian’s jaw clenched. A flicker of darkness flashing in his gaze. His fingers withdrew—only for his hands to flip her body effortlessly. One leg was lifted high in the air as he settled between her trembling thighs, his muscular form towering over her.
Her heart pounded.
His thick length rested against her slick folds, the tip swollen, coated with leaking precum.
"You think your voice was low enough till now that no one outside this room heard you?" His voice was dangerously quiet.
A thrill of fear—and something else—raced through her veins.
Christian slid his fingers back inside her, thrusting hard. Ivy bit down on the pillow beneath her head, muffling the cry that tore from her lips.
"You’re close again already?" he murmured, feeling the way her walls fluttered around him. Without waiting for an answer, he shifted. His body pressed into hers, heat radiating off him as his girth pressed against her entrance.
A sharp, broken gasp escaped her throat as he slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.
Her scream never left her lips—his palm covered her mouth, swallowing every desperate sound. His other hand gripped her hip, lifting her just enough for him to drive into her with an unforgiving rhythm.
The force of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, the raw heat of his body fusing with hers. She clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but there was no escape—no reprieve from the intense ecstasy he forced upon her.
His grip tightened. Rough fingers found the sensitive peak of her breast, rolling it between them, teasing, tormenting.
A sharp pinch sent lightning racing through her veins.
She sobbed against his hand, but he only responded with a dark stare, his thick rod plunging deeper, harder.
Then—suddenly—he froze.
Her heart stopped. Footsteps echoed just outside the door.
Her pulse thundered, but Christian didn’t move. His body caged hers completely, his breath hot against her ear as his lips brushed the sensitive shell.
“I can feel you clenching down on me.” His voice was a deep, wicked growl, dripping with dark amusement. “Do you get excited knowing someone might hear you?”
Shame flooded her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to stop betraying her.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking, teasing, tasting. Then, in one punishing motion, he pulled out—only to slam back in.
Her back arched violently, her fingers scrambling for something—anything—to hold on to.
Christian stilled. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. His dark gaze locked onto hers, pupils blown wide, burning with an unholy hunger.
And then he moved again.
Harder.
Faster.
Each thrust sent her body rocking forward, her moans muffled by the palm she slapped over her own mouth.
Christian’s breathing turned ragged. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises. His pace grew erratic, desperate, his need spiraling into something dangerously uncontrollable.
“Christian…” she whimpered, her body quaking under the intensity.
Immediately, his grip loosened. His thrusts slowed—but didn’t stop.
Her moans turned desperate. Heat coiled low in her belly, twisting, tightening, threatening to snap.
She came again—hard.
Her walls clamped down around him, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her body.
“More,” Christian gritted out, his hips rolling, hitting the deepest part of her. “Make me cum, Ivy.”
“I-I can’t…” She was barely holding on, her body shaking from the intensity.
“You can take it,” he growled. “Just a bit more.”