ETHAN

Ivy's lips curved up in a smile when she closed the door behind her; she pressed her back to it with both her hands behind her as she watched me, teeth hooking on her bottom lip. "Cozy, isn't it?"

She asked, and I looked around her dimly lit room. It was small, fit for one person, but could accommodate two. The small bed by the corner looked tucked in and comfortable, the sight of it was intimate, and it felt like I could have the best sleep on it if I let myself.

It was unlike my empty bed back at my place. This one was perfect.

There was a small side table beside the bed; it held the lamp that supplied the golden hour-ish light that added to the warm atmosphere the room gave off.

A framed photo of her and her parents was hanging on the wall, and the reading table by the side was filled with study books.

The average apartment of a college student.

"I like it," I voiced.

"You should see Caramel's room. Screams death." She said nervously, moving away from the door and clasping her hands in front of her. "You can...you can stay here anytime you want. The apartment is big; I don't think the girls will mind."

"Looking for ways to kidnap me already?" I asked her in a teasing tone, and her cheeks pinked.

"No, I mean, you said you liked it, and let's admit, your bedroom is—is kind of fake, and probably would feel unwelcoming now that you know—everything?"

I reached for her, my hand wrapping around her wrist to pull her to me. she stumbled forward, her body pressing against mine.

"I really don't care about my bedroom, if it's fake or real, and yes, I would have loved to move in with you; in fact, I want nothing more but to move in with you. But I have a responsibility to the Superiors, And right now, Ivy, I don't want to talk about bedrooms and living situations." I said, caressing her face, my lips brushing against hers as I asked. "Do you?"

Her gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips as she feverishly whispered a 'no.'

I crashed my lips with her warm, soft, inviting ones, kissing her like she was my only source of oxygen. Because she was. I wanted to drink her like she was the fucking water of life.

Her petite frame pressing against me had the bond we shared swirling between our bodies.

I felt the strain in my pants tighten, and I pressed it against her, letting her know that this was all for her. I was broken for any other girl because she occupied every space in my heart and mind.

A small maddening moan escaped her when my tongue tasted hers. Sweet and addictive. I didn't want to stop. How the fuck had I managed to pull myself back from her all this time? That had been a stupid thing to do.

When I pressed more into the kiss, she pulled back a little, breaking it off as she breathed harshly.

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing—nothing at all. Just wanted to clear up something."

"Now?"

"Yes. The first time we had sex, it was—you were drunk—out of it. And I pretty much took advantage of that and supplied myself a very shitty excuse as to why I let it happen when I shouldn't have—"

"It's okay; I'm not mad."

"I know you're not. I just—I want to make sure this time you, you want it. Me."

My eyes searched hers. "Ponytail," I called, taking her hand in mine, placing it atop my chest so she could feel the fast pacing of my heart, and then I dragged her hand down to the hard bulge in my pants. "Does this feel like I don't want this?" my lips brushed her jaw. "You?" I kissed down her neck, and she melted into me. "I know our first time wasn't as perfect as we wanted it," I said, allowing my gaze to settle on her. "But we have a long time to make up for it. Besides, with us, nothing ever starts perfectly. We always get it wrong the first time, but that has never stopped us from trying again."

A smile curved at her lips, and I pressed my forehead to hers. "I love you, Fisher. You own me. Please don't apologize for owning me."

Her hand moved from my hardness to the fly of my pants. "I love you too," she breathed against my lips. "And I want you."

My lips caught hers again, and our hands moved against our bodies; my shirt was off me, and her fingers grazed my bare torso. Her dress fell to the floor, and my hand caressed her waist, pressing her naked stomach to mine.

I was down to my briefs when I lifted her, feathering kisses down her neck as I took us towards the bed and lay her down, with me above her and between her legs. I caught her lips again, kissing her like the addict I was.

My hand slipped to her back, and she arched up, allowing me to unhook her bra. I was unfocused and couldn't care less about where I had flung the material.

"You're fuck—how did I get so lucky?"

Her teeth clamped on her bottom lip, and I spotted the flush on her cheeks.

"You're shy," I said with a smile.

"And you're the only asshole who would call it out." She responds with a grin, fingers lightly brushing my cheek. "Why are you like this?"

"Why are you like this," I murmured against her lips, pressing a lingering kiss on the soft fullness of her lips before trailing warm ones down her neck to her collarbones.

Her breathing quickened the second my hand cupped the fullness of her breast while my tongue flicked on her pink nipple before greedily sucking on it. A soft moan escaped her, and I felt her fingers in my hair.

Yeah—there's no coming back from this. Nothing in this world could take me away from this girl—absolutely nothing.

"Ethan," she moaned out breathily.

My fingers brushed down her stomach to the hem of her panties. She arched up a little, and I shifted my position as she removed her last layer of clothing, leaving her bare and utterly naked before me. I pressed my body down to hers and kissed her neck while my fingers disappeared between her legs.

She was fucking soaked. I felt of sense of pride and a little twinge of regret. Pride because her wetness was because of me, and regret because the first time I felt her like this, I was driven by lust and didn't take to time to actually make her feel good and worshipped.

I plan to go a different route this time.

Kissing down her chest to her stomach, I found my head between her legs, and she watched me with lust-filled eyes, a slight hesitation to her form. I kissed down her thighs to reassure her, but I still asked. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," she said in a whisper.

She was pink, glistening, and beautiful, and I satisfied the urge my fingers had by rubbing her clit, and pulling a moan from her.

"Everything about you is just...perfect," I said as my mouth covered her heat, and a low groan left my throat at how wonderful she tasted. Of lust, arousal. If the word sexy had a fucking taste, it would be her.

My tongue flicked against her clit, and a sharp breath left her when my finger slipped into her tight hole.

I felt my length harden, and I wanted to bury myself in her warm body.

I sucked at her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her, her hips lifting to meet my thrust.

"Oh fuck, Ethan," she moaned, her voice whiny with pleasure. I added another finger, and her walls clenched against me. "Oh my God," my tongue resumed flicking against her clit, faster as I matched the pace at which my finger went in and out of her.

"Fuck I'm gonna...."

Her walls clamped down on my fingers, and she came with a shudder. I drank her in, lapping up her release like it was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. And fuck if it wasn't.

I moved back up, showing attention to her chest again as her finger resumed their place buried in my hair.

"Ethan?"

"Hm?"

"Fuck me...now, I need it. Need you." she said between breaths.

I lifted myself and leaned down to press a kiss on her lips. "You have condoms? Cause I don't—I don't even have it in my car."

She grinned. "Nightstand."

I frowned. "What? You have...condoms?"

"Caramel...she bought them for Fiona and me, saying she didn't want children in the house, and um—at that time, I was..." her grin died down, and she met my eyes cautiously. "I was close with—"

"The Marcus guy,"

"Markel." She corrected.

"Maximus got it," I said, stretching to fish for the condom. I found it, and when I looked back at her, I caught her staring at me. "What?"

"Can we talk about him later? I feel like I still need to reassure you that there's—"

"No reassurance needed. You're mine. Nobody could come between this. Not after all we've been through together, what and whom we've fought against to be here now."

"Yeah." She said, and I kissed her, rubbing my hard length between her legs. Her body responded sweetly to that movement.

"Now," she urged.

I quickly do away with my last layer of clothing, wrapping the condom around myself before lowering my body to hers. Holding my length, I rubbed the head against her clit, up and down slowly; the feel of her on me had goosebumps of pleasure rising on my skin.

My gaze locked on hers as I sank into her. My breathing was labored and short. Her lips parted in a gasp at the intrusion.

"Ah," she moaned and hissed in pleasure, her hand resting on my shoulder and her nails sinking into my skin.

"Fuck," I breathed out until I was completely buried inside her. I knew if I didn't settle to gain a little control, I would be coming with just a few thrusts. "Give me a minute." I groaned out.

When I got a little grip on myself, I moved. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good."

I pushed my hips back and forth, thrusting into her and reveling at how her body moved in sync with mine.

Her moans were like music to my ears, and her body was like the ocean. I wanted to dive in and swim till I lost fucking consciousness.

"Ethan,"

My pace increased, and her walls clamped around me.

"Ethan, please," she whined.

"Please, what..." I rasped out.

She whispered 'more,' and I gave her more; I pumped into her, taking and giving us all we wanted.

I kissed her, and she hummed a hum of pleasure against my kisses.

She felt divine, wrapped around me, so warm and tight. I couldn't get enough of her, enough of this. Enough of us together.

"I'm going to—"

"Yeah, come."

And she did; her orgasm rocked through her, and she moaned my name repeatedly as I held her, my movement jerky as I came too, riding out our high together.

Still inside her, my lips fused with hers, my tongue finding hers as we kissed softly this time.

When I pulled out, her sleepy eyes watched me with a smile. "I love you, Ethan."

My lips brushed the side of her lips, whispering an I love you to her ear. And I'd never meant anything as hard as I meant that single confession.

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