Page 34 of Ace of Shadows
She comes ten seconds later, muffling her scream of pleasure by kissing me deeply and pulling my hair so hard that stars burst across my vision. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers and threatens to never let go with how hard she milks her orgasm on my thrusting fingers, not that I’m complaining. I thrust deep and curl my fingers, caressing her from the inside, and Ivy lets me until she collapses back down onto the bed, panting so hard that the concave of her throat deepens.
“Oh… my… God,” she gasps.
Once I’m certain the last pulses of pleasure have calmed from her, I retract my hand and lean up after kissing the tip of her nose. “Was thatgoodenough?” I ask.
She gazes at me, then her eyes widen as I bring my fingers to my lips and slowly lick off her sweet juices.
“Oh, myGod,” she whispers again and her cheeks flush a dark pink. “Don’t?—”
“Don’t what?” I say between licks. “I just had my hand inside you. Are you really going to deny me a taste?”
She covers her face with one hand, but I catch her wrist and pull her hand away, leaning over her while sucking her taste right off my fingers. “Don’t be shy.”
“I’m not,” she croaks. “I’m just…” Her brow creases. “I feel good.”
“Then I’ve done my job,” I say with a smirk, ignoring the painful tightness in my pants. “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?”
She nods slowly, no longer trying to hide her face. The craving for more of Ivy is what finally pulls me away. I don’t need to justify what we did but if I go any further while we’re both injured, I’ll be justifying it to a doctor. After some water and chocolate to manage the shock of the past twenty-four hours, Ivy ends up falling asleep with her hand in mine and chocolate melting on the corner of her mouth.
I swipe it away with my thumb, and it’s not long after I suck the sweetness from my finger that I end up falling asleep myself.
I’m woken several hours later by a shrill ringtone that jolts me up from my bed as I try to place a ringtone I don’t recognize with the fact that it’s waking me up.
It’s Ivy’s phone.
My heart pounds and then I look down at the warmth around my waist. Ivy’s arm. It tightens as she wakes up much slower than me, and the same warmth from last night surges once more in my lower belly.
I might be screwed.
11
IVY
My best friend Moira calls, and she doesn’t stop. Talking to her seems impossible, like she’s part of a world I don’t even belong to anymore.
So I ignore her.
For two days I ignored her, almost regretting getting my phone back from Ruslan, but now I can barely stand hearing that ringtone again. Turning my phone off seems like the best bet until Ruslan passes me in the kitchen and watches me over the rim of his coffee mug.
“You still haven’t spoken to her?” he asks as my phone screen lights up for the umpteenth time.
I shake my head. “First, I wasn’t sure I should.”
“I said you could.”
“But now it just feels weird.”
“Weird how?”
I can’t tell if he’s asking because he’s genuinely interested or if he’s just making conversation. We haven’t even spoken about what happened that night after the rescue. We kissed. We kissed more than I’ve ever kissed anyone before, and his fingers were inside me, but the next morning, he acted like nothing happened. Bringing it up myself feels far too awkward.
Now it’s just a thing that we’re both aware of but for some reason, won’t talk about.
“Everything that’s happened these past few weeks…” I wet my lower lip and sigh. “The Ivy she knew doesn’t exist anymore.”
“You don’t know that.” Ruslan drains his cup and sets it down near the sink. “Maybe talking to her is exactly what you need. An injection of normality.”
“You’re really okay with my doing that? Talking to her?”
