Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rescuing His Enslaved Luna Queen: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Spencer's POVSeeing Ivy spread out on the bedsheets, breathless and barely able to form words, is almost enough to make me break my resolve and just fuck her like this. But there’s something so addictive about making her beg. I continue to trace my tongue over her. I know exactly where Ivy wants me to focus, and find endless pleasure in just barely grazing that spot, making her whimper and gasp. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the floor, and the entire lower half of my face is covered in her sweet taste. I could eat her out forever. “I could get you off whenever you want me to,” I mention to her offhandedly, stopping for just a second to continue to taunt her. “You know what you have to say.” Ivy’s legs, clamped firmly around the sides of my head, tremble. “I–I won’t–” I thrust my tongue into her, and her words dissolve into moans again. “Whenever you want me to,” I say again. “Fuck, Spencer!” Ivy breathes out, clutching my hair tightly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” I gradually star

Spencer's POVAs Ivy speaks, I can feel my heart beginning to warm. “What is it?” Ivy asks, locking eyes with me and tilting her head. She seems confused as I continue to gaze at her. “It–it’s nothing,” I manage to say, breaking eye contact and looking away. The only way I’ve been able to bear not being with Ivy is by avoiding her completely. I’ve been doing everything in my power to make sure our paths don’t cross, because I’ve known that the second the opportunity presented itself, I’d have her back in my arms. Not being with Ivy is agony, but I’ve been able to manage it by keeping her at arm’s length. But listening to her explain her love and passion for Wilson and Sylvia, I can feel all those feelings I’ve been trying to bury claw their way back up. The woman I’ve fallen in love with is kind, warm and gentle. She’d do anything for anyone out of nothing but the goodness of her heart. Despite everything Ivy has been through, she tries to see the world in the best way possible.

Ivy's POVI’m not sure how long I spend lying in bed and staring at the door Spencer left from. I burrow deeper into the blankets. I don’t know what to do–I don’t know what to do with any of this. I can't have Spencer in my life, but I’m living in his palace and raising his son and he just loves showing up to my room and turning my life upside down. He made me tell him that I’m his. As if he hasn’t made it possible for every passing second of our relationship. I groan, finally bringing myself to crawl out of bed. I shower and do my best to rinse the smell of him from my skin, but his pine-scented cologne lingers on my body, and I can feel every place he touched me crackling with electricity. I do my best to wash Spencer’s sweat from my skin and cleanse him from between my legs. I scrub until my skin is raw and I plaster myself with a hundred different oils but it’s all no use–I’m still acutely aware of all the small ways Spencer has claimed me. Once I’m done in the shower, I dres

Ivy's POV“What do you mean he can’t change it anymore?” I slam my hands on the table and lean forward as I ask the question. Sylvaos’ eyes widen, and she looks almost scared of me as she takes in my reaction. As my heart pounds and blood roars in my ears, I realize that it’s Venetia’s fury rushing through my veins, filling me with a primal anger at the idea of Spencer marrying someone else. “Ivy, are–are you okay?” Sylvia asks tentatively. I hesitate, trying to calm myself down. I offer Sylvia half a forced smile and fold my hands over my chest. “I–um.” I let out a heavy breath. “Sorry for… the outburst. It’s just–this whole situation has been really stressful on me, you know. But I’m fine! I’m fine. I just… What do you mean he can’t change it anymore? Like, he’s been trying to change it before?” Sylvia shrugs. “I don’t know. He’s been finicky with the date–Mom has been complaining about it like crazy. He keeps pushing it backwards, saying there’s more stuff that needs to get don

Ivy's POVLater that day, after passing the time training furiously with Gamma Everly, I return to the dining hall alone for dinner I’ve extended a dinner invitation to Jason, but according to the maid, he refused to even acknowledge the invitation–which is so much worse than if he’d just declined. I sit alone at the far end of the room, staring silently at the floral embroidery on the tablecloth and waiting to be served. What’s wrong with me? I’ve been replaying the conversation over and over again in my head. Why did I snap at Jason? How could I possibly have become frustrated with him? What’s so broken in me that I’m lashing out at my own son? And does he really feel so unloved that he can’t even bear to spend a dinner with me? ‘Everyone has been leaving you lately,’ Venetia says ruefully in my mind. ‘Spencer is engaged to Delilah, Jason doesn’t need you for training anymore, and once Sylvia and Wilson are married, neither of them will have any time for you. I wonder if maybe w