“You’ll scream for me, Ivy,” he said between gritted teeth. “You’ll convulse as if you were possessed, smearing your thighs with the gorgeous mess you’ll make. You’ll keep coming until you’re wrung out, limp, and begging me for mercy.” Panting, her chin dipped towards her sternum, her knuckles white as she clawed the table. “Does that sound…” He sucked down another breath flavored by her scent. “Appealing?” Ivy whined out a feeble ‘yes’ as she trembled on the edge of orgasm.
