(Warning: Mature Content Ahead)
BLAKE:
They stared at each other, desire and craving for one another burning in them. Blake leaned in slowly and captured Ivy's lips in a slow but passionate kiss.
Surprise took her, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened, before reciprocating the kiss. They broke away, their eyes still closed. A moment passed until they opened them once more and saw each other again. They stared at each other and the way her crystal clear eyes bulged from their sockets made him yearn more for her.
He smiled at her and kissed her again, this time passionately and quickly, his hands moving from her waist to her face and gripping it tightly.
He wanted to be inside of her, to have her forever, and nothing could ever take that away from him except the fact that he was going to get married to the fae princess. That feeling alone sent guilt down his spine, but his desire overrode it. He wanted to focus on Ivy alone... her alone...tonight.
Her soft skin felt like silk under his palms, and he caressed her cheek gently with his thumb. She tangled her hand in his hair while his was on her waist, pulling her closer to him. His hand moved downward to her lower back, his fingers tracing her spine.
Their lips remained connected, neither wanting the moment to end. He broke the kiss only long enough to remove her shirt. As soon as his arms were around her shoulders, he took her head between his hands and crashed their lips together once more.
"You taste so good," he murmured against her mouth, his voice husky and rough. He kissed her neck lightly, feeling her shiver. Her arms wrapped around him tighter, and she pressed herself even closer to him.
She lifted her hands to remove his shirt, but when she did, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements and held her there. She turned her head to look up at him, questioning his actions. He smiled down at her, placing small kisses along her jawline.
He pulled away from the crook of her neck, leaving her cold and wanting. He looked at her through hooded eyes.
His expression made her heart skip a beat; she couldn't help but melt under his gaze. His dark eyes seemed to devour her body. She felt exposed beneath his stare, vulnerable and needy for his touch. When she didn't move, he sighed slightly.
He reached out to touch her face with his fingers.
"Ivy, I want you."
His voice was almost too low for her ears to hear. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was uneven. She pressed her lips into a thin line as if waiting for an opportunity to speak.
"I want you too, Blake." She responded.
Her eyes locked with his and she licked her bottom lip nervously. It was obvious; she wanted him too. She wanted every inch of him, even though she was getting a guilty feeling about what she was doing.
He ran his thumb over the sensitive spot behind her ear and let his eyes fall shut. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers. He was panting, his hand holding his chest to prevent himself from losing control.
Ivy moved closer to him and kissed him softly, tentatively. He deepened the kiss immediately, making sure not to scare her or make her uncomfortable. She responded in kind, running her hands up his chest and then across his shoulder. His free hand moved further, cupping her face tenderly. He then removed his clothes, and they went down.
The desire that cussed through their bodies was ecstatic. Not long after, he slipped her bra off from her body and took her hard nipple into his hot mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it while he used his free hand to caress the other. Ivy moaned loudly, and her legs tightened around him. He smiled at her. She was so responsive and beautiful, and he had never thought he would find someone as perfect and desirable as her.
He moved lower and brushed his tongue along her mound. She was wet and ready for him. When he reached her opening and began kissing her clit, she arched her back and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. It felt so good. He took a deep breath and continued.
Her thighs trembled and her nails dug into his shoulders. He knew she was close, and he needed to feel it. He wanted her to come first, but he also didn't want her to wait until later. He wanted to give her pleasure tonight.
He placed gentle circles around her entrance until she cried out and he was finally able to push inside her. He kissed her deeply while he pumped slowly and carefully inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and he moved faster, thrusting harder. She was so tight, and he felt an overwhelming sense of possession.
He felt as though he owned her body completely, which scared him because he hadn't done this kind of thing in a very long time. He needed to feel something besides his guilt and pain. If he didn't feel anything, he wouldn't have to live with it.
Soon after, he buried his nose in her neck while he pumped faster inside her, burying his teeth in her flesh. He felt Ivy moan and shake, and she cried out, begging him to keep going. His hands slid down her torso and grasped onto her hips.
He pulled out and slammed back in, driving himself deeper inside her. With every thrust, he could see a different emotion flash through her eyes, all of them expressing pure ecstasy. The intensity of it all was driving him wild. His orgasm hit him like a wave, sending his climax surging through him in waves. His body convulsed, and she released around him. Afterwards, they lay panting and sweaty next to one another.