Every nerve ending screamed at the contact, every thought dissolving into a singular focus: him. Her fingers curled into the cushions beneath her as she fought for control while letting go entirely.
Ivy gave a moanful sigh, holding his gaze as he worshipped her with his tongue. One man could destroy her, one man could pleasure her. One man knew how to undo her and he was on his knees in front of her, making her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
She could see the intensity in his eyes, and it nearly sent her over the edge. There was a contradiction she loved: he bent beneath her, literally on his knees, yet he made her feel sovereign. The shift of power was intoxicating.
She held his head, pushing him deeper into her, letting him work for her pleasure. Her body shivered and she almost slipped off the back of the couch. Instinctively, Winn held her waist firm on it, unrelenting in his pursuit of her undoing.
