She tried to stifle her cries, but Silas shook his head. “Don’t hold back,” he said, shifting to the edge of his chair. “I want every sound that leaves those pretty, full lips.” Ivy’s chest heaved as she rode each wave, gasping and moaning the whole time. “Turn it up another level,” he said, and she made a high, desperate sound. “Shhh, you’re doing so good for me. You’re so close I can feel it. Let me see you come all over that fancy lace you’re wearing.”
