Ivy’s POV
After saying goodbye to everyone at the family celebration, Caleb and I lingered at the Thorne estate while Walter supervised the cleanup of our private reception. Caleb had planned to drive back to my apartnt, but his encrypted phone buzzed with an urgent ssage from Sawyer, his trusted contact who managed our Boston territory operations.
"Tesoro, would you mind coming with to the corporate office for this call?" Caleb asked, his expression growing serious as he read the coded ssage.
"Of course. It’s still early in the evening, and I haven’t turned into a pumpkin yet," I replied, trying to lighten the tension that had suddenly appeared in his shoulders.
"If you’re Cinderella, shouldn’t you beco a servant at midnight?" he teased, though his smile didn’t quite reach those ice-blue eyes.
"I’m not Cinderella. I’m the carriage, sturdy and reliable," I shot back, earning a genuine laugh that made so of the worry lines around his eyes soften.
We drove through the city to Thorne Group’s headquarters, the legitimate front for our family’s operations. The building’s top floors housed Caleb’s real office, equipped with military-grade encryption and surveillance counterasures. He handled the encrypted video conference with his usual commanding presence, introducing to Sawyer, who offered warm congratulations on our upcoming marriage. After resolving what turned out to be a territorial dispute with rival families, Caleb ended the call and found sprawled across the leather sofa, my heels kicked off beside the coffee table.
"My feet are killing ," I groaned, wiggling my toes in relief.
"You’re carrying our child now. You need to take better care of yourself, especially in those heels," Caleb settled beside , gently lifting my feet onto his lap with the reverent care he always showed when touching .
His strong hands began working their magic on my aching arches and toes. I lted into the expensive Italian leather, my eyes drifting closed as waves of relief washed over . Soft moans of contentnt escaped my lips as his skilled fingers found every tender spot with practiced precision.
"I’m not planning to limit myself to just your feet, angel," Caleb murmured, his voice dropping to that husky tone that never failed to make my pulse race.
He helped stand, his hands reverent as he slowly removed each piece of my designer clothing. When I was completely bare before him, he guided back to the sofa, his ice-blue eyes drinking in every curve of my body like a man dying of thirst in the desert.
Caleb resud his foot massage, but now his heated gaze road freely over my exposed skin. I stretched one leg out while bending the other, my knee raised in invitation. His hand traveled upward along my calf, gently pressing my leg wider, opening completely to his hungry stare. The evidence of my arousal glistened between my thighs.
My nipples hardened into tight peaks under his intense scrutiny, silently begging for his touch. Heat pooled low in my belly, building like pressure in a volcano ready to erupt. Caleb’s hands moved to my neck, his fingers working the tense muscles there, drawing another satisfied moan from my lips.
"Turn over for , angel," he commanded softly, his voice carrying that undertone of absolute authority that made my body respond instantly.
When I complied, he positioned a small cushion beneath my rounded belly, protecting our unborn child with the sa care he showed in protecting our territory. His palms cupped my bottom, kneading and caressing with deliberate slowness. Electric currents shot through my nerve endings as his thumbs traced the sensitive cleft between my cheeks, venturing lower to brush against my most intimate places.
I couldn’t stand the sweet torture any longer. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs wide, draping one over the sofa back in blatant invitation. Caleb fought for control, returning his attention to massaging my foot resting on his thigh, though I could see the hunger burning in his eyes.
Sitting sideways to face , his hands began a slow journey from my ankles to my knees, his grip firm and possessive like everything else about him. When he reached my inner thighs, my entire body trembled with anticipation. Every muscle tensed under his touch as he maintained that maddening, gentle pressure.
Desperate for more stimulation, I cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers while he watched with dilated pupils. My back arched as pleasure sparked through , a low moan vibrating in my throat.
Caleb remained motionless except for his eyes, which tracked every movent of my hands with laser focus. Almost imperceptibly, his palms slid higher up my thighs until he reached their junction. While I continued pleasuring my breasts, he began massaging around my sex, his touch firm and deliberate against my swollen flesh.
My body responded instantly, contracting and pulsing with desperate need. I rolled my hips in rhythm with his caresses, chasing the building sensation that threatened to consu . Caleb leaned down, pressing his lips to my heated skin just above my mound. His warm breath against my belly made writhe beneath him, my hands never ceasing their work on my breasts.
Before I could reach my peak, Caleb covered my body with his own, supporting his weight on his forearms as he captured my mouth in a searing kiss that tasted of possession and promise. Our tongues danced together as he maneuvered us both onto our sides, spooning from behind.
I felt his hardness pressing against my bottom as he abandoned my lips to trail kisses along my nape. His hands claid my breasts, drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. He lavished attention on my peaked nipples, rolling and pinching them until waves of sensation shot straight to my core.
Caleb lifted my top leg, draping it over his hip to open completely. My body wept with desire, clenching desperately around emptiness. His fingers found my slick heat, stroking from my entrance to my sensitive bundle of nerves with feather-light touches that had begging for more against his lips.
I was drowning in sensation, my arousal coating my inner thighs, but he wanted to prolong my sweet tornt. When his hand moved back to my breasts, I grabbed his wrist and pressed his palm against my aching center, silently pleading for more. My other hand reached behind to wrap around his hard length, earning a sharp intake of breath.
Turning to face him, I kept my thighs spread wide, one leg hooked over his hip. I guided his swollen tip to my entrance, rubbing him against my slick folds as our mouths fused together in desperate hunger. Inch by delicious inch, he filled completely while my breasts pressed against his chest.
A deep sigh escaped as his impressive size stretched to my limits. I pressed closer, crushing my breasts against him as he thrust upward, each stroke hitting spots that made cry out with pleasure.
My body welcod him greedily, trying to take every inch of his considerable length and girth. The sound of our joining filled the secure office as he claid with increasing intensity, marking as his in the most primal way possible.
Tension coiled tight in my core, warning of my approaching climax. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as incoherent pleas spilled from my lips. The explosion hit with devastating force, my inner walls clamping down around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over .
As I trembled through the aftershocks, Caleb continued moving slowly inside , building toward another peak. A series of smaller releases followed, each one making grip him tighter, my body desperate to hold onto this connection.
"I’m not finished with you yet, angel," he whispered against my ear before increasing his pace to a punishing rhythm that made the expensive sofa creak beneath us.
Sotis he would withdraw almost completely before slamming back into , reaching impossible depths that made stars burst behind my eyelids. His raw words of possession and praise in my ear pushed toward an even more intense climax.
"Co for , angel. Feel how your man fills you completely. You love this, don’t you? Love how I stretch you, how I make you fall apart."
His explicit whispers combined with his relentless thrusts shattered my control completely. I scread his na as the most powerful orgasm of my life tore through . My body convulsed around him, milking him as he surrendered to his own release with a roar of satisfaction that echoed through the soundproofed office.
We collapsed together, limbs tangled and hearts racing. Even after such intensity, he remained hard inside , a testant to his seemingly endless stamina. Caleb began moving again, this ti with slow, loving strokes while murmuring endearnts against my lips. Soon he brought to one final, gentle climax before finding his own release.
Utterly spent, I curled into his embrace as he told how beautiful I was and how much he loved . Sleep claid instantly, safe in the arms of my dangerous, devoted beloved.
Dawn light was streaming through the bulletproof windows when we finally stirred. Caleb drove back to my apartnt before returning to Xavier’s safe house, promising to collect later for our eting with the priest who would officiate our public ceremony.
Before I entered the building, he pulled close for a lingering kiss that made my knees weak, his hands possessive on my waist.
"I love you beyond asure, my angel. I can hardly wait for the first day of our forever," he said with a radiant smile, and I knew he ant our wedding day that would cent our union before both the legitimate world and our criminal empire.
I reluctantly left his warm embrace and walked into the building, already missing his commanding presence beside .
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