Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Until Sunrise

Ivy’s POV

The taste of Caleb still lingered on my lips as I gazed up at him, watching satisfaction wash over his scarred features. His icy blue eyes held a dreamy quality that made my heart race faster. The way he looked at me in this moment felt reverent, almost worshipful, a stark contrast to the ruthless mafia don who commanded fear throughout the underworld.

His calloused thumb traced along my cheekbone with tender precision before he drew me against his chest. The warmth of his breath tickled my ear as he spoke in that deep, commanding voice that never failed to send shivers through me - the same voice that had sentenced countless enemies to their deaths.

"You are absolutely incredible, Ivy. So eager, so perfect for me." His muscled arms tightened around me possessively, like a predator claiming his most precious prize. "But now I need you beneath me on these silk sheets."

Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly with the same strength he used to break bones, placing me gently on the luxurious Italian silk bedding. His battle-scarred hands roamed over my skin with reverent touches, as if he were mapping every curve and valley of my body. The intensity in his gaze made me feel like some ancient goddess being worshipped at her altar by the most dangerous man in North America.

When he settled above me, his mouth found mine in a kiss that spoke of barely restrained hunger. His hands continued their exploration, leaving trails of fire across my sensitized skin. The scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clung to him, a reminder of the violent world we inhabited. When his fingers found my most intimate place, I gasped against his lips.

One finger slipped inside me, moving with deliberate slowness that had me arching beneath him. When he added a second finger, stretching me gently, I could barely contain the soft moan that escaped. His touch was surprisingly gentle for hands that had pulled triggers without hesitation.

"God, Ivy, you feel incredible. So ready for me." His eyes sparkled with barely contained desire, and I could feel his renewed arousal pressing against my thigh. "I want to take you completely, with nothing between us. Will you let me claim you as mine?"

The vulnerability in his question, despite the fire burning in his eyes, made my chest tighten with emotion. Trust had never come easily to me in this dangerous world, but with Caleb, it felt as natural as breathing. This man who ruled the Thorne crime family with an iron fist was asking for my permission.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the opulent bedroom that had witnessed countless mafia dealings. "I trust you completely. And I am protected."

His smile was radiant as he kissed me again, positioning himself between my thighs. When he began to enter me, the sensation was exquisite torture. Every inch he claimed sent waves of pleasure radiating through my core, making me forget about the dangerous world beyond these walls.

The deliberate pace he set had me writhing beneath him, desperate for more. His eyes never left mine as he moved with agonizing slowness, watching every expression that crossed my face with the same intensity he used to study his enemies.

"This feels like heaven," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You fit me perfectly, like you were created just for me. Tell me how you feel, beautiful."

The concern in his voice, the way he searched my face for any sign of discomfort, only made me want him more. This powerful don, so careful with me, so attentive to my needs despite his reputation for ruthless violence.

"Caleb, I feel amazing, but please," I gasped, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders that bore the weight of an entire criminal empire. "I need you to move. I need more of you."

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