Page 66 of Ivory Crown


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Her hands gripped the sheets tighter under my touch as I began to circle her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She whimpered in response, her hips bucking against my hand in desperate need of more.

“I need...Dante.” Her voice was low and raspy with need.

“I know what you need,” I told her confidently as I slid two fingers inside her once more. “You’re going to come for me again Jade.”

My movements were slow and insistent, bringing her to the edge slowly but surely. Jade whimpered and gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short pants as she clung to the sheets.