Ivy’s POV
The underground parking garage of Thorne Tower cast long shadows across Caleb’s sharp features as I decided to turn the tables on his dangerous gas. If the Don of the most feared cri family thought he could toy with , he was about to learn that two could play at power.
My fingers worked deliberately at his belt, watching how his breathing shifted with every calculated touch. Caleb’s ice-blue eyes darkened with primal hunger as I positioned myself beside him on the leather seat of his armored luxury car, the confined space suddenly feeling more intimate than threatening.
He was magnificent in his arousal, and I took my ti savoring every inch of this man who commanded absolute fear and respect from the entire underworld. My tongue traced patterns that made him grip the steering wheel until his scarred knuckles turned white. I started with gentle exploration, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling how his battle-hardened body responded to each movent.
The sounds Caleb made were intoxicating. Deep groans that seed to erge from sowhere primitive within the ruthless cri lord. His legendary control was cracking, and I reveled in the power I held over this man who ruled through violence and intimidation.
My hand found the heavy weight below while I continued my ministrations, feeling how his entire muscular fra tensed with pleasure. He was losing himself to the sensations, his usual commanding composure completely shattered.
"Ivy," he breathed, his voice rough with desperate need. His fingers tangled in my dark hair, not forcing but guiding, and I could sense how close he was to the edge. "You’re going to drive completely insane, tesoro. Do you want to taste all of ?"
I humd my agreent without stopping, the vibration making him curse in Italian under his breath. I wanted everything he could give , wanted to push this dangerous man past the point of rational thought.
His movents beca more urgent, his hips rising to et as his iron control finally snapped completely. When Caleb finally let go, his entire body shuddered with the force of his release, and I took everything he offered, not wanting to waste a single drop.
When I finally looked up at him, his predatory eyes were blazing with an intensity that made heat pool between my thighs. He pulled up to him imdiately, his mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of desperation and possession.
His powerful arms wrapped around my waist, lifting effortlessly onto his lap until I was straddling him. Even in his post-climax state, I could feel him hardening again beneath , proof of his insatiable hunger for .
"You’re incredible, tesoro," he whispered against my neck, his lips trailing fire across my sensitive skin. "You take to places I never knew existed. I can’t get enough of you, Ivy. You own completely."
His hands found the hem of my dress, pushing the expensive fabric up until it bunched around my waist. When his gaze fell on the red lace covering my most intimate area, his eyes lit up with pure masculine appreciation.
"Red definitely suits my queen." With one swift motion, he tore the delicate fabric away, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply. "God, you sll like paradise itself."
The ruined panties were tossed aside carelessly as he positioned above him. His hands gripped my hips possessively as he slowly lowered onto his renewed hardness, both of us gasping at the exquisite sensation of becoming one.
"Every inch of belongs to you, Ivy," he murmured, his voice thick with raw emotion. "Only you can make my body respond like this. You own the monster completely."
He filled so perfectly, stretching in the most delicious way imaginable. When he was seated fully inside , we locked eyes, and I felt electricity shoot through every nerve ending. My body clenched around him instinctively, trying to pull him even deeper.
"Damn, tesoro," he groaned, throwing his head back against the headrest. "Your body is so greedy for . You’re squeezing so tight, it’s driving wild."
I felt powerful and desired as I began to move against him, setting a rhythm that had both of us moaning with pleasure. The feeling of being in control, of watching this lethal cri boss co undone beneath , was intoxicating beyond asure.
Caleb’s hands found the straps of my dress, pulling them down to expose my breasts to his hungry gaze. His mouth imdiately claid one peak while his fingers teased the other, alternating his attention until I was writhing above him with desperate need.
The pace of our coupling intensified as we chased our shared climax. I could feel the familiar tension building low in my belly, coiling tighter with each desperate movent.
"If you keep moving like that, I won’t be able to hold back much longer," Caleb warned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining so semblance of control.
"Then don’t hold back," I gasped, moving faster against him. "I want to feel you lose control inside ."
My words seed to snap the last of his restraint. His hands gripped my hips tighter as he thrust up into with renewed urgency. The combination of his powerful movents and the friction against my most sensitive spot sent spiraling over the edge, my climax crashing through just as I felt him pulse inside , filling with his heat.
I collapsed against his broad chest, both of us breathing hard as we ca down from our shared high. His hands traced lazy patterns on my back, the gentle touch making my skin tingle with aftershocks.
After a while of comfortable silence, he tilted my chin up and kissed with surprising tenderness, a stark contrast to the raw passion we’d just shared.
"My insatiable little queen," he murmured with a wicked smile that promised more to co.
He carefully adjusted my dress, pressing gentle kisses to each breast before covering them, then helped back into the passenger seat. I pouted at the loss of his warmth.
"Patience, tesoro," he said, smoothing my hair and straightening my appearance. "The night is still young, and I have so many more ways I want to make you scream my na."
Without another word, he got out of the armored vehicle and ca around to my side, scooping into his arms like I weighed nothing. As he carried toward his private elevator, I knew this was only the beginning.
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