He groaned, knees almost buckling. Arching as she rode it out, Ivy didn’t look away from him. Silas couldn’t look away from her if he tried. “Good girl,” he breathed. “Good fucking girl.” Lashes fluttering, she silently pleaded with him for mercy. And because she’d done so well, he gave it to her. “Turn it off, Ivy,” he said with a crooked smile. “Before you go numb.”
