Chapter Fifteen

IVY’S POV

My hips slammed back against the cool silk sheets as his heavy body pressed down over mine. Strong, calloused hands gripped my waist, pinning me effortlessly into the mattress. His breath was hot against my neck, smelling of rain and bitter oak, his lips tracing my neck.

“You’re already this wet, do you miss my cock so much? He teased tracing my breast with his finger.

He started rubbing my nipples, squeezing them, sucking them and I squirmed hungry for more.

“Mine,” he growled against my skin, the deep, rumbling command vibrating straight through my ribs.

He pulled my face toward his, taking my lips in a hot intense kiss.

I arched up to meet him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, dragging him closer as a desperate moan tore from my throat.  I felt two of his fingers slide inside my vagina, moving them in and out and I sighed in pleasure.

I wanted more... I needed something bigger, his fingers were not enough.

I look up and our eyes meet, still moving his fingers he began sucking on my breast and I went crazy in pleasure.

He thrusted in faster and faster, sucking harder on my nipples and I moaned loudly.

“I want you to put it in, please__

"Lady Ivy? Lady Ivy, please wake up."

My eyes flew open, and I jerked upright on the couch, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs like a trapped bird. Cold sweat prickled at the back of my neck, and my cheeks burned with a furious, suffocating heat. My hands clutched the plush fabric of the theater sofa, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the lingering sensation of his touch dissolved into the quiet room.

I turned my head to the right, met by the anxious eyes of my maid, Lucy.

"Are you alright, My Lady? You were breathing so fast," Lucy said softly, her hands folded over her apron as she looked at me with genuine worry.

"I'm... I'm fine," I rasped, pressing a trembling hand against my burning forehead. "Just a dream."

A very vivid, utterly humiliating dream. I swallowed hard, trying to push the wild images of Prince Leo out of my mind, but my lower lip still tingled as if his mouth had actually been pressed against mine only minutes ago.

"Lunch will be ready in thirty minutes," Lucy explained, offering a warm, reassuring smile. "Prince Leo has requested that you join him. We should head back to your room so you can get ready."

"Oh. Okay," I managed to say, pushing the heavy cashmere blanket off my lap. My brow furrowed slightly as I caught the faint, unmistakable scent of cedar clinging to the fabric. Had he been in here while I was asleep?

Shaking off the thought, I stood up on unsteady legs and followed Lucy back down the quiet corridor to my bedroom.

Once inside, I walked straight into the adjoining bathroom and splashed cold water over my face, leaning heavy against the marble sink. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the bright pink flush slowly fade from my cheeks. It was just a dream, I lied to myself. Just your mind playing tricks on you.

Lucy helped me pick out a simple, comfortable outfit....a flowing, cream-colored sun dress with soft floral patterns that draped loosely over my waist. She brushed my dark hair until it fell in soft waves over my shoulders, keeping my look effortless and light.

"Where are we eating?" I asked as I stepped back into the bedroom, smoothing down the front of my dress.

"His Highness asked for the table to be set outside," Lucy replied cheerfully, stepping forward to adjust the soft strap on my shoulder. "You'll be having lunch in the garden."

My stomach did a small, nervous flip at the mention of the open air. "The garden?"

"Yes, My Lady. The weather is lovely today," Lucy said, gesturing toward the door with a bright smile. "Follow me, I'll take you down."

We walked downstairs and through the French doors at the back of the mansion, stepping out onto a stone veranda that opened into an expansive, breathtaking garden. Crimson roses, white hydrangeas, and trailing ivy wrapped around tall marble arches, their sweet fragrance wafting through the warm afternoon breeze.

Sitting at a wrought-iron table in the center of the lawn, bathed in the soft golden sunlight, was Leo.

He had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only a crisp white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He was reading a file, but the moment my shoes clicked against the stone path, his head snapped up.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering, tracking my every step as I walked toward the table. My pulse spiked, the memories of my dream flashing behind my mind once more, making my chest tighten as I took my seat across from him.