Chapter 39 A Promise
His pace quickened, every brutal thrust pushing her closer to the edge—until a final, devastating wave of pleasure crashed through her.
She gasped, her body locking up as his thrusts turned brutal—deep, unrelenting, driving into her with a raw, merciless hunger.
His grip on her waist was punishing, fingers digging into her flesh, anchoring her in place as he fucked her through the overstimulation. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think—only feel.
"Hahhh—Christian!" Her voice broke as pleasure coiled violently inside her, ready to snap.
"Yes, Ivy," he growled, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.
He slammed into her, a final, punishing thrust—
And she shattered.
Her walls clenched around him, milking him as her orgasm tore through her. A desperate scream tore from her throat, her body convulsing, her nails digging into his arms as pleasure exploded in blinding waves.
Christian groaned, his jaw clenching as his thrusts turned ragged, erratic. His hard girth throbbed, thick, hot spurts spilling deep inside her, coating her walls as he fucked every last drop into her.
He didn’t stop.
Even as his release pulsed inside her, thick and hot, he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding against her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. She was wrecked—her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps as he held her there, refusing to let her go.
His teeth found the sensitive skin on her throat, biting down—harder this time, enough to send a sharp jolt through her overstimulated nerves. She whimpered, her nails raking across his back.
A possessive growl rumbled in his chest. "You’re so fucking full of me," he murmured, his tongue flicking over the fresh mark he’d left on her throat, soothing it before sinking his teeth in again.
She gasped, her body jolting, but he didn’t let up. He licked, sucked, bit—his mouth dragging down her collarbone, his hands gripping her hips as he rocked into her, slow and deep, making sure she felt every inch of him.
"You’re mine," he muttered against her skin, his voice rough, dangerous. "Every inch of this body. Every fucking moan. Every single time you cum—it’s mine."
His words sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core, her walls fluttering around him. She was so sensitive, her nerves raw, but her body still responded to him, still craved him.
Christian felt it—the way she clenched around him, the way her breath hitched every time he moved inside her. His fingers traced over her stomach, moving lower, pressing down lightly over the spot where his thick length stretched her from the inside.
"Feel that?" His voice was a sinful purr. "I’m so deep inside you, Ivy. Right here."
He applied more pressure, forcing her to feel just how much of him she was taking. A strangled whimper left her lips, her back arching off the bed as the overwhelming sensation made her legs shake.
"Mmmhh—" she choked out, but he silenced her with a slow, punishing thrust, grinding himself against her, making her feel every ridge, every inch.
Her fingers dug into his biceps, her nails leaving faint crescent marks on his skin, but he didn’t stop. His pace was slow, torturous, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls, teasing her, keeping her right on the edge.
"You are mine, Ivy," he growled against her ear, his breath hot, his body an unrelenting force against hers. "You were made just for me."
Her body clenched around him at his words, her head lolling back, lips parted as desperate moans spilled from her throat.
Christian groaned, his patience snapping.
He pulled almost all the way out—just to slam back in, knocking the air from her lungs.
Ivy cried out, her entire body jolting from the force of his thrust.
"That’s it," he praised, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling them higher, trapping her completely beneath him. "Take me. Let me feel you come apart around me."
His pace turned brutal—deep, unrelenting strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. The bed rocked beneath them, the sound of skin against skin mingling with their ragged breaths.
She was close. So close.
Christian knew it too. He could feel it—the way her body trembled, the way her walls gripped him tighter with every thrust.
"Let go for me, Ivy," he urged, his voice rough with need. His fingers slipped between them, finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight, precise circles. "Be good. Cum for me now."
His command sent her spiraling.
A strangled sob tore from her throat as her release hit her, her body convulsing beneath him, her nails raking down his back. Her walls clenched around him, milking him, dragging him right over the edge with her.
With a deep, guttural groan, Christian buried himself to the hilt, his grip turning bruising as he spilled inside her, filling her to the brim with his release. He rocked against her, grinding through the last waves of pleasure, making sure she felt every hot, pulsing spurt.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies tangled in a mess of sweat and blissful exhaustion.
Ivy barely had the strength to lift her head, but one thought crept into her haze of pleasure.
They had been too loud.
Her stomach twisted in panic, her hands gripping his arms weakly. "D-Did they... hear...?"
Christian smirked, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss against her jaw.
"Lied about that," he murmured, his lips brushing over her flushed skin. "This room’s soundproof."
His tongue flicked over her earlobe, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
"You can scream as loud as you want."
A gasp of disbelief left her lips before she smacked his chest with a weak but playful slap. "You—!"
Her protest was cut off by a sudden gasp as Christian flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as his lips trailed down her spine, his hot tongue tracing each curve, each dip of her body.
"Still got energy to slap me?" His voice dripped with amusement, but his actions were anything but playful.
His hands spread her thighs apart, his tongue following, tasting every inch of her sweat-slicked skin.
Ivy shivered, her breath hitching as his lips brushed lower, as he kissed, licked, and devoured her like he had all the time in the world. His tongue flicked over the crease of her thigh, teasing, coaxing, making her thighs twitch in anticipation.
“Christian…” she whimpered, her fingers twisting into the sheets, her body arching instinctively toward him, seeking more, needing more.
He smirked against her trembling skin, his sharp teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, drawing a shaky gasp from her lips. His large hands held her firmly in place, spreading her wider, preventing her from escaping even if she wanted to.
“I want to do it again, Ivy,” he murmured, his voice dark, hungry. His breath was warm against her, teasing the most sensitive part of her with every syllable.
Before she could plead, his mouth was on her. Hot. Wet. Demanding. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bundle of nerves, slow at first, teasing, coaxing soft moans from her throat. Then, without warning, he sucked, hard, sending a jolt of pleasure through her spine that made her cry out, her hands fisting the sheets.
“C-Christian—” She gasped, her thighs instinctively trying to close around his head, but his grip tightened, forcing her open, forcing her to take every stroke of his wicked tongue.
“You taste even sweeter,” he groaned against her, the vibration sending another shudder through her. His tongue delved deeper, circling, flicking, before he latched onto her sensitive bud again, sucking with a sinful rhythm that had her body shaking.
She was coming undone too fast, her body overwhelmed, the pressure in her core building mercilessly. “I—Christian, I—”
“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away just before she could tip over the edge.
A frustrated sob left her lips, her body writhing, desperate for release. But he wasn’t done teasing. His fingers replaced his mouth, two thick digits sliding inside her with a sinful ease, curling just right, pressing against that spot that made her back arch off the bed.
His tongue was back on her, licking and sucking in tandem with his fingers, building her up again, pushing her closer and closer—
Her body tensed, her head tilting back as the pleasure consumed her, drowning her, burning through every nerve. She shattered, her release hitting her so hard her vision blurred, her entire body convulsing as she screamed his name.
Christian groaned against her, licking her through every wave of pleasure, his fingers still working her until she was sobbing from the intensity, her legs trembling around him.
When he finally pulled away, he sat back on his heels, his face glistening, his eyes dark with hunger. He wiped his mouth with his hand, looking down at her wrecked form.
He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the curve of her waist, trailing higher until his lips found the sensitive swell of her breast.
A sharp gasp left her lips as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking gently, his tongue swirling over the hardened peak. The contrast between the gentle rhythm of his mouth and the lingering intensity of their passion left her trembling beneath him.
She stirred, a soft whimper escaping her as he moved to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. But exhaustion was already pulling at her, her body too spent to respond the way it had before.
Her breathing slowed, her lashes fluttering shut as sleep overtook her, but Christian didn’t stop. He kept kissing her, his lips trailing from her chest back up to her jaw, then to the corner of her mouth.
He hovered there, watching the way her features softened, her body fully relaxed beneath him.
His thumb brushed over her swollen lips before he leaned in again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them.
And then another.
And another.
He smiled against her mouth.
“I’ll wait for you to wake up.”
***
The next morning, Christian’s hand lazily traced soft circles against Ivy’s skin. His thumb brushed over her nipple, his head buried in her neck from behind. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. Then, he turned her onto her back, grasping her chin and tilting her face toward him.
"Why were you so wild last night?" His voice was husky, his intense gaze locking onto hers.
Ivy blinked, then quickly averted her gaze, squeezing her eyes shut. "Because I like you," she muttered nonchalantly, though the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her casual tone.
Christian stilled, his grip on her waist tightening for a fraction of a second.
Then, without warning, he bent down and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss, stealing her breath and forcing her to meet his gaze. He kissed her breathless, forcing her to open her eyes and glare at him.
"What do you like about me?" he murmured against her lips, his smirk teasing as his fingers traced slow circles over her nipple.
Ivy exhaled, her body arching into his touch. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she buried her fingers in his thick hair, twisting the strands between her fingers. Her gaze roamed over his face with lazy appreciation. "I like that you’re very, very hot," she admitted, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
His smirk deepened, something dark flickering in his gaze before he caught her mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss. His tongue slid against hers, coaxing a soft moan from her lips as his hands roamed lower, pulling her against him.
The heat between them surged as he pressed her down onto the sheets, his body molding against hers. His lips trailed down her throat, his teeth grazing her skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. She shivered, gripping his shoulders as his hands explored her, his touch leaving a trail of fire wherever it landed.
He took his time—kissing, tasting, savoring every inch of her like he was memorizing her all over again. By the time he finally slid inside her, she was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he moved, slow and deep, dragging out every sensation.
By the time they finally emerged from the bedroom, it was already afternoon.
Ivy’s face burned with embarrassment. She had woken up early, but Christian had refused to let her leave the bed, trapping her beneath his weight, his lazy kisses and wandering hands making escape impossible. Now, as she walked toward the dining table, she felt a twinge of guilt—what would Hank think?
But as they reached the dining table for lunch, a maid informed them that Hank had already left for work due to an urgent meeting and would meet them later.
Ivy exhaled, but guilt still gnawed at her for not spending more time with him.
Christian, sensing her thoughts, kissed the side of her head and reassured her, “Now that you’ve met once, he’ll visit often. He has a habit of dropping by whenever he wants—he’ll meet you again soon.”
Ivy nodded, her heart finally settling.
After lunch, Christian and Ivy left to go home. Christian dropped her off but had to leave immediately for work due to the urgency of a project.
With a bright smile on her face and a light skip in her step, Ivy headed inside. It had been years since she had felt this fulfilled, this genuinely happy. It was as if life had finally returned to her.
She stepped into the house, kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch without even changing her clothes. As she lazily scrolled through her phone, a notification popped up—a DM from Stella. It was a selfie of her, Ana and Ellie, along with a message: ‘Come over and meet us!’
Ivy bit her lip. It had been weeks since she last saw them. Now that she had received the message, the urge to meet them grew stronger.
‘I’ll come this evening. Promise.’ She texted back and smiled.
After a while, she got up and changed into comfortable trousers and one of Christian’s T-shirts. It was oversized, hanging loosely on her frame, the soft fabric brushing against her skin.
Lifting the neckline to her nose, she inhaled deeply. The scent of dark amber, sandalwood, and a touch of smoky vetiver filled her senses—rich and intoxicating, with a warmth that curled through her chest. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the familiar, masculine scent of him lingered. A small smile curled on her lips.
This was exactly how he smelled.
She closed her eyes with a soft sigh. The happiness she felt refused to fade.
Just then, the sudden ringing of her phone shattered the peaceful moment.
She glanced at the screen—an unknown number. After a moment of hesitation, she picked it up.
"Ivy? It’s Hank," a familiar voice came through.
Her body tensed. "Mr. Evans?" she asked, already sitting up straight.
“Yes. Ivy, come to Bristen Hospital right now. Christian had a paralytic attack. I’m heading there as we speak.”