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The weight of his words settled in the air, heavy and oppressive. Ivy felt a knot form in her stomach, the reality of their situation sinking in. “No,” she said, her voice a whisper. “I’m so sorry Vice this is all my fault. I made the deal with you. I wanted to save James. Now it’s cost you you're soul.” She cried. “You didn’t have to do that. It would have been better off if you never met me”

Vice pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms around her waist. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against her ear. “It’s not you're fault. I chose to love you, and with that love comes the need to protect you.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll figure this out, Ivy.”

“I won’t let you go through this alone.” She says firmly. Vice’s grip tightens around her, his voice a low growl. “You don’t have a choice,” he says, his words muffled in her hair.

Ivy pulls back, looking up at him with fiery determination in her eyes. “We’re in this together,” she insists, her voice shaking with emotion. “Whatever happens, we face it as one.”

Vice’s expression is torn between love and frustration. “Ivy,” he says, his voice tight with restrained anger, “you don’t understand. I can’t let you get hurt.”

“You don’t get to make that decision for me!” Ivy snaps, her eyes flashing with a defiance that surprises even herself. “I’m not you're prisoner anymore, I get to decide what I do and don’t do!”

Vice’s grip on her tightens, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness that makes Ivy’s heart ache. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “And I will not let you suffer because of me.”

“That’s not you're decision to make!” Ivy yells, pushing away from him. “You can’t just decide my fate for me! Don’t you see that I’ll suffer without you.”

Vice’s jaw clenches, his eyes flashing. “I’ve already suffered enough for you!” he roars. “I’ve lost everything! My home, my soul! What more do you want from me?”

Ivy’s eyes widen, the anger in his voice a stark contrast to the tenderness he had shown moments before. “I just want to stand by you're side, to help you bear this burden.”

Vice’s expression softens, but the resolve in his eyes remains unwavering. “Ivy,” he says, his voice low and gruff, “you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

“And you think I’ll just sit back and watch you face this alone?” she counters, her voice rising. “You think I’ll just let you go to hell alone?

Vice’s expression hardens, his grip on her arms unyielding. “You don’t understand the depths of what I’ve done,” he says through clenched teeth. “You don’t know what it’s like to be owned by something so dark, so evil.”

Ivy’s eyes narrowed, her eyes never leave his. “Are you fucking serious?” she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. “Ivy this demon is dangerous,” Vice said firmly.

“I understand that and I’m willing to walk through hell with you, if it means we can face this together.”

Vice’s eyes searched hers, the turmoil within him reflected in the flickering shadows. “Ivy,” he says, his voice hoarse, “you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” she replies, her voice firm. “We’re in this together, Vice. I won’t let you face this alone.”

He releases her, his eyes darkening. “Fine,” he says, his voice a harsh whisper. “But you will regret it.”

Ivy takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the fear that claws at her. “I’m willing to take that risk,” she says, her voice firm.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Vice asks. “Nope.” Ivy says with a smirk on her face as she looks up at him.

Vice’s gaze never leaves hers, the intensity of his stare burning into her very soul. “You’re such a brat” he says, his voice a low rumble. And with that, he leans in and claims her mouth in a kiss that’s as fierce as it is passionate. His hands roam over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She gasps into his mouth, her own hands fisting in his shirt as she clings to him. “And a stubborn pain in my ass,”

The kiss deepens, growing more demanding with each passing moment. “Don’t act like you don’t love it,” Ivy murmured against his mouth. Ivy feels herself melting into him, her fear and anger giving way to an overwhelming desire to be closer, to be one with him. He lifts her up, carrying her to the bed, his movements as powerful as they are tender. He lays her down, his body hovering over hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

Her hands roam over his broad shoulders and down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fights to hold back his own desires. She can feel the rawness of his emotions, the fierce need to claim her, to mark her as his own. She arches her body against his, inviting him in, eager to drown in the passion that ignites between them. He obliges, his kisses turning into bites as he trails a line of fire down her neck, his hands finding the buttons of her dress.

The fabric falls away, revealing her bare skin to the coolness of the room. He groans, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of her. He kisses her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands explore her body, mapping every curve and dip with a possessiveness that sends shivers down her spine. His touch is rough, almost punishing, but she craves it, needs it. It’s a stark reminder of who he is and what he’s sacrificed for her.

Her hands tug at his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his bare skin against hers. He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he helps her, his own need evident in the tremble of his hands. The shirt goes flying across the room, leaving him in just his pants, the muscles of his chest and arms flexing with restrained power. He hovers over her, his eyes never leaving hers as he fumbles with his belt, the leather jingling with urgency.

When he’s finally free of his pants, he lowers himself onto her, the heat of his body searing through the fabric of her underwear. Ivy can feel the length of him, hard and demanding, pressing against her. She gasps, her nails digging into his back as he grinds against her. It’s a promise of what’s to come, a promise that sends waves of desire crashing through her.

He moved down to her chest, kissed and licked, and bit her nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. She arched her back; her breath came in ragged pants. His teeth grazed her skin, sending bolts of electricity down her spine, and she cried out his name. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses and bites across her stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “You taste like sin, Ivy,” he murmured, licking a slow path up her inner thigh. “And I’m starving.”

When he reached her clit, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing her before he moved into long, slow strokes that make her hips buck. The sensation is exquisite, and she was lost to the feeling of his warm, wet mouth on her most sensitive spot. His grip on her hips tightened holding her in place as he tasted her, savoring her sweetness. She writhed beneath him, her hands in his hair as she tries to guide him, but he’s in control, setting the pace that drives her closer and closer to the edge.

Vice’s mouth moved with a fierce hunger; his tongue swirled around her clit before he started to suck on it. The sensation sent sparks shooting through her body, and she moaned, her legs trembled with the effort to keep them apart. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and she cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He reveled in her reactions, his own breathing growing harsher as he continues his relentless assault. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. I want the whole damn world to know who you belong to.”

He slides a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate. He curls it in a way that makes her scream, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself tighten around him; her body begged for more. He adds a second finger, stretching her, filling her, as his mouth continued to suck her clit with expert precision. Her hips buck wildly, her body a live wire of sensation. She’s so close, so close to shattering, and she knows that when she does, it will be like nothing she’s ever experienced before.