Shades of Desire

Jace

The moment Ivy stepped into my apartment, the air shifted.

"Ivy?" I asked, surprise lacing my voice.

"Jace, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have nowhere else I want to be," she replied, tears swirling in her eyes.

Fuck. The urge to kiss those tears away burned within me, along with a desire to kill the bastard who made her cry.

"Can I come in, please?"

"Sure," I said, stepping aside.

I grabbed a glass and filled it with water, but she shook her head. "I want something stronger."

Without hesitation, I poured her a glass of whiskey.

"Jace?"

I met her gaze, bracing myself.

"I keep thinking about our night."

I waited for her to take it back, but she didn't. She just looked at me with those captivating eyes.

"Jace, would you fuck me?"

Her words hit me like a jolt. She wants me to fuck her. I've dreamed of this day since that night.

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against my lips, igniting a fire within me. That was all it took. I pressed my lips against hers, and she responded eagerly, her hands roaming down my back. My hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. Our tongues danced together, creating a rhythm that felt intoxicating.

I quickly discarded her clothes, leaving her standing before me in delicate lace lingerie.

"Fuck, Ivy."

I tossed her onto the table, her breath hitching as I removed her panties. I pulled her legs apart and kissed down her thighs, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Jace," she moaned, and hearing my name on her lips sent a rush through me.

She leaned in, giving me more access, and I couldn't resist. I suckled her clit, and she tangled her fingers in my hair, guiding me closer. God, it felt so good.

"Jace, you were my first," she gasped between moans.

I paused, looking at her in shock. She was mine from the very beginning. I pressed my lips to hers, a promise lingering between us. I unclasped her bra, my mouth moving to her nipples, savoring every moment.

With a swift motion, I unzipped myself and thrust into her. The familiar sensation flooded back, and I groaned at the feeling of being connected to her once more.

After we finished, I took her to my bed, watching as she fell fast asleep beside me. The worry gnawed at me that she might be gone by morning, so I held her hand tightly, cherishing the moment.