Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“What is that even supposed to mean? Just because I said you called you ‘Mine’? People claim things all the time. Besides, it was a club. What were you expecting.”

His hand tightened lightly against the sofa, he arched a eyebrow lowly at her, like as if there was something he was deliberating not saying.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” she assured herself, dismissing how the question was indeed bugging her mind.

“Is that so?” He drawled. With a finger underneath her chin, he tilted her head up towards him. “I heard you had fulfilling dreams about a certain one night stand. I have reasons to believe that lucky person is me.”

“I didn’t–” she stopped when she felt his hand slip in-between her thighs. “It wasn’t you,” her voice hitched.

“It wasn’t anyone else,” he said against her neck, his lips brushing lighting against it.

His hand was now holding a part of her inner thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Her eyelids slowly fell shut from the sizzling electrifying feeling growing little by little in her veins.

“How are you so sure?”

Then she felt his hand against the thin fabric of her panties. Her eyes flew wide open, she looked down at his hand, the one that was making her body jerk forward slightly, as his fingers got busy against her, the fact that she still had her panties on, not stopping him.

She gripped against the edge of her seat, her breathing fast, her lips parted but she stifled her moans, feeling him breath down on her.

She was still fighting him.

This was crazy! Her and Elsa just had a big fight and he was a major reason.

There was no way she would have sex with him tonight.

She was determined to fight.

It was hard though, because not only was she fighting him, she was fighting against the betraying pleasure that was slowly taking over her whole body.

Then out of no where, she found herself moving against him, she could no longer contain the pleasure anymore.

“You body is telling me all I need to know,” She heard him whisper, his breath hot against her neck, then he pulled away from her.

She looked up at him as he pulled away his shirt, revealing his lean and artistically structured torso.

“I can’t do this!” She blurted out.

“Why not?” He asked, going down on her, a knee by one side while a free leg at the other, camping her to where she was. One hand slip underneath her dress, unclasping her bra before cupping a breast and caressing her hardened nipple.

All without breaking off their gaze.

She pressed her lips together, trying to summon a refusal to any further steps be planned to take.

But as his hands reached for her other breast and repeated the action, she knew that all these stopping wasn’t what she wanted.

Her hands shot up, pressing him closer to her. Yet their clothes served as an unwanted obstruction.

She hated it.

He pulled down her zip, allowing her gown to slip down to her waist. He stopped for a brief moment, his eyes feasting on beautiful naked body and he whispered underneath his breath.

“By the Blood.”

Then he moved closer, close enough that she could feel him but still not exactly touching.

“Do want you me too?” He asked, his voice low, breathy, dark and filled with lust.

She didn’t answer.

Instead she closed up the distance between them, crashing her lips against his, her hands moving fast, unbuckling his belt, then helping him get rid of his jeans, while he helped her completely out of her own dress.

Once all the clothes had been completely gotten rid of, they attacked each other, questing to satisfy their hungry needs in a rough tango.

It started with a fierce kiss, her nails digging lightly against his chest, him trailing kisses and love bites down her neck, her hand yanking against his hair in toe curling pleasure, his rumbling groans as her hand circled around and rubbed against his length, making him jerked forward, then their loud uneven breathing and moans that filled the room as he thrusted deeply into her, filling her up, as their body rocked against each other in a fast rhythm, switching positions to reach new pecks of pleasure.

Warm bodies bonded as one, their moans louder with each thrust, just like their whispers of each other’s names in pleasure, till they finally reached the climax together and she collapsed on him, breathing heavily.

“Yours, Ivy.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down her bare back, as she shook lightly against him from the aftermath of the waves and waves of pleasure that still lingered in her veins, “Yours.”

****

Ivy had woken up to the lovely aroma of food and to the softness of the comfy bed that she was tucked in.

She sat up immediately when she remembered what happened between them yesterday.

She had been a little tipsy but she knew deep in her heart that the wine had no blame.

It was all and this strange feeling that she couldn’t understand that had taken over her.

He had been with her only because she had allowed it.

She looked around, in search for her clothes.

How did she even get here? He must have carried her. She peeped into blanket and relief washed over her. She was still in her loose nightgown.

She picked up her phone and ordered a ride quickly.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

How dare she have sex with him?!

A call came in.

It was her ride.

She would have to get out without him seeing her. She couldn’t face him or the consequences of what they had done. What she had allowed to happen.

Everything was crashing on her, the fact that she had just lost a very important person because of a man.

Of all things, a man, Ivy!

How pathetic!

She could have never imagined that this would happen.

There was something about Chris though, something that always made her feel… so different.

But that was no excuse at all!

She remembered her fight with Elsa once again.

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With her phone, she tiptoed down the stairs, catching a glimpse of how Chris, who was moving around in the kitchen, cooking.

That was the reasons her and Elsa had gotten into a huge fight.

Which meant only one thing, he had to go.

There was no way she would have him in her life.