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Chapter 76

Author: Billie Patsy
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-16 17:30:34

I sat across from Cassian at the small dining table, the dinner long gone cold, the wine untouched in my glass. The apartment felt smaller than usual, the walls pressing in like they were listening. The candle between us had burned down to a stub, wax pooling around the wick in uneven drips. I kept my eyes on it, watching the flame flicker, because looking at him hurt too much.

He was still in the same black shirt he’d arrived in, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the top two buttons undone. His hair was messy from running his hands through it—something he only did when he was trying not to lose his temper. I could feel his gaze on me, steady, heavy, waiting. But I couldn’t meet it. Not yet.

The silence stretched until it felt like a physical thing, tight across my chest. I kept thinking about Noah—about the way he’d looked when he left, the quiet hurt in his eyes, the way he’d said “I’m not going to be second choice” like it was the simplest truth in the world. I wanted to call him. I wa
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    My thighs burned with every rise and fall, muscles trembling from the relentless rhythm I’d set. Noah’s hands gripped my hips—not guiding, not forcing, just holding on like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. I rode him harder than I ever had, hips snapping down, rolling forward, grinding in tight circles that made him groan deep in his throat every time I took him to the hilt.The couch creaked beneath us, springs protesting the frantic pace. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slide smoother, hotter. My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples tight and aching from the cool air and the friction of his chest hair against them when I leaned forward. I didn’t care how desperate I looked. I needed this—needed the burn, the stretch, the way he filled me so completely I couldn’t think about anything else.“Fuck—Ivy—” Noah’s voice was wrecked, strained. “Slow down, baby, I’m too close—”“No,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t you dare hold back.”I clenched arou

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    I shifted in his lap, straddling him properly now, knees on either side of his hips. His hands automatically settled on my waist—gentle, careful, the way he always touched me when he wasn’t sure what I wanted.“Ivy—” he started, voice soft, uncertain.I didn’t let him finish.I leaned in and kissed him—hard. Desperate. Like I was trying to pour everything I couldn’t say into his mouth. My tongue pushed past his lips, tasting the faint trace of beer and mint, tasting him. He groaned low in his throat, fingers flexing on my hips, but he didn’t push. He let me lead.I broke the kiss just long enough to grab the hem of his T-shirt and yank it over his head. He lifted his arms to help, eyes wide, pupils blown dark with surprise and want.“Ivy, wait—” he tried again, hands coming up to cup my face. “You don’t have to do this. I know your head’s full of him. I don’t want to be—”“Shh.” I pressed two fingers to his lips. “Don’t mention anyone else’s name. Not tonight. There’s only us here. Ju

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