Ivy
What was I doing? What were we doing?
I couldn’t stop myself. We couldn’t stop ourselves.
I wanted him. He wanted me.
We wanted each other.
We continued kissing. Devouring each other. Marking. His lips were dangerously inviting. But this meant more than just lust. There was something, something I couldn’t describe now. I was rarely attracted to a man who could make me like this. Like I wanted him so badly. Almost like I was facing Lucifer. “Ivy…” he murmured my name. Sounding like a prayer. A wish he desperately wanted to come true. It was like a revelation. Freedom. “Open your eyes,” he demanded as I slowly did. Being a doll to him as we connected our eyes. Speaking with our orbs. Lucius gently rubbed my cheeks. I lent my skin on his palm unknowingly, wanting more of his affect
