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Without waiting for an answer, he gripped the string of the steel balls and slowly pulled them from her aching core.
A sharp inhale slipped past her lips, her body trembling, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Christian smirked. He knew exactly what he had put her through, and now, it was time to break her completely. She was right where he wanted her. Needy, desperate, dripping for him. Her arousal slipped down her inner thighs, glistening against her soft skin.
Christian set the vibrator aside. Rising to his feet, he scooped her into his arms before she could escape. He then carried her toward the small stone-lined pool beyond the large glass door in the backside of the house.
"I—Christian, what are you—"
The moonlight cast a soft glow over the water. He settled her on the edge, stripping off his own clothes before stepping into the water. The water lapped at his waist as he reached for her again. In one swift motion, he pulled her in, making her fall into the pool with a splash.
"Look at me," Christian ordered, his voice firm yet gentle.
Ivy turned her head, determined to ignore him, but he wasn’t having it.
Christian’s fingers curled under her chin, forcing her to look at him. The moment her eyes met his, he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, claiming her with a hunger that sent her pulse racing.
“I love the way you look right now,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers, his hands roaming down her waist. His hips shifted forward, pressing his hardness against her stomach.
"You feel that?" Christian growled, his voice thick with need. "This is because of you."
Ivy’s frustration burned hotter. He had tortured her for hours, driving her to the brink, only to hold her back. She shoved at his chest, turning to climb out of the pool—
But Christian was faster.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, forcing her to sit on the edge of the pool. His grip on her thighs tightened,preventing any chance of escape. She struggled for a moment, but then his teeth grazed her thigh, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
"Behave like a good wife, Ivy," he warned, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Before she could retort, he spread her legs wide and bent down, his mouth descending on her aching core.
Ivy's head fell back with a strangled moan.
After being denied for so long, her body was raw, sensitive, desperate for release. His tongue felt like fire and silk, a ruthless torment she couldn’t resist.
"Christian—" she gasped, gripping his shoulders.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as his tongue worked over her, teasing, tasting, torturing. His tongue flicked, teased, licked deep into her, drawing out every drop of her pleasure.
Slipping his tongue on the innocent, pink walls of her channel, he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down. He was relentless, devouring her like a man starved. He knew her body too well, knew exactly how to unravel her.
Her thighs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
"Ahhh—more... Christian!" Ivy’s scream filled the air.
Christian groaned against her, his own need growing unbearable, his arousal aching for her. His tongue moving faster, drinking in her desperation. The moment her body clenched, signaling her impending release, he only intensified his movements, pushing her over the edge.
“Ahhhhhh!” Ivy screamed, her climax crashing over her.
Her walls clenched around nothing, her release spilling over, her body shaking from the force of it, her cries echoing into the night.
Christian watched her fall apart, his hands gripping her thighs as he licked up every last drop of her pleasure. Then, he sat back, his hands gripping her thighs, his dark eyes drinking her in.
"You’re such a good wife, Ivy," he murmured, a slow, satisfied shadow crossing over his face. "This,” he touched her slick heat with his fingers, “is mine." His two fingers started to rub her clit repeatedly.
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"Ohhh... oh godddd!" Ivy screamed, her head dropping to the mattress between her arms as she sobbed, her hips jerking, desperate to surrender. At the same time, he slipped inside her from behind, inch by inch, feeding himself to her core.