Page 84 of Hero of Havoc

There’s no rush, no sense of urgency, just rawness.

It’s addicting.

She’s addicting.

Tearing my lips from hers, I try to catch my breath, peering down at her as our chests heave. “Thank you for this, for understanding, for bringing me here, for being you,” I list off, and she smiles at me.

Obsessed, I yank her against me, splashing water around us as I pin her chest to mine.

She squeals, the sound going straight to my dick as she wraps her legs around me, drenching the back of my shirt.

“Teddy,” she shouts, a giggle following, and I groan, holding her closer as I peer up into her eyes.

Connecting with someone is foreign. Having someone understand me on a level no one else ever has, my father included, floors me.

“I’m infatuated with you, Ivy Hayworth,” I rasp as she wraps her arms around my neck, her hair framing her face as she blushes.

“Infatuated is a strong word,” she muses, a grin spreading across her face, making my lips turn up.

“And it still doesn’t feel big enough. It’s almost as if there is no right word to describe it,” I admit, my hands moving beneath her skirt to the globes of her ass.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her gaze casting back to shore before peering up at the clifftops. When her eyes return to mine, they’re more heated, filled with need and desire. “How about you show me then?” she rasps, her voice thick and sultry.

Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as I ghost my hand across her skin, teasing the seam of her panties as I slowly find my way to her center.

A groan parts my lips when I find damp fabric resting between me and her core.

“Excited, Princess?” I ask, huskily, and she nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip again.

I take that as my cue, nudging the material to one side as I tease between her folds. Her gasp stutters as I groan, feeling the essence of her desire already dancing on the tips of my fingers.

I want more, and I want it right here in the water.

“I’m going to make you mine now, Ivy. Just like I’m already yours.”

Need colors her cheeks as I plunge two digits deep into her core. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, desperate for more as her head falls back and a soft cry falls from her lips.

Swirling my fingers, once, twice, three times, I relish in her heat as she brings her lips to my ear.

“I want you,” she whispers, and I groan.

“You’ve got me.”

She shakes her head as she leans back, staring deep into my eyes while my fingers leisurely stretch her pussy. “No, I want you,” she repeats, looking down the length of my body, and understanding washes over me as I track her line of sight.

Returning my gaze to hers, I grin.

“If you want it, Ivy, you have to ask for it properly.”

“Properly?” she repeats, and I nod, feeling her core flutter as I tease a third finger at her entrance.

“You have to tell me exactly what it is you want,” I reiterate, and she gulps, shaking her head softly.

“Please,” she pleads, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants as I brush against her g-spot, and she shudders.

“Say it, Princess. Say it word for word, and I’ll give you exactly what we both want.”

Her eyes narrow, but they remain fixed on mine. The need is right there; she just has to say it.