Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Power and Possession

Ivy’s POV

I awakened to the sensation of being completely enveloped by warmth and the distinctive scent of gunpowder that always clung to Caleb’s skin. His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, our bodies tangled together in the most intimate way possible. His muscled arms formed a protective barrier around me, skin against skin, exactly as the most feared Don in North America had insisted the night before when he refused to let me reach for my nightgown.

"Good morning, my angel." His voice rumbled through his chest as his lips pressed against the crown of my head, the sound carrying that dangerous edge that reminded everyone why he ruled the underground with an iron fist.

I lifted my gaze to meet his, marveling at how devastatingly attractive he looked even in these first moments of consciousness, those ice-blue eyes that struck terror into his enemies now soft with affection. "How is it possible that you look this incredible when you first wake up?"

His mouth curved into that smile that had charmed senators and terrified rival families as he drew me up for a tender kiss. "Good morning, my love."

"Say that again," he murmured against my lips, his eyes dancing with the same intensity he brought to territorial negotiations.

"What, that you look incredible? Because you’re absolutely the most dangerous and gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on." I couldn’t help but grin at his obvious fishing for compliments.

"I enjoy hearing that too, but I meant the other part," he persisted, his voice taking on that commanding tone that made hardened soldiers tremble.

"Good morning?" I pretended confusion, enjoying this playful side that only I ever witnessed.

"Are you being deliberately obtuse with me, angel?"

"Maybe just a tiny bit. My love."

The moment those words left my lips, his entire face transformed with pure joy. In one fluid movement that showcased the lethal grace that made him legendary in hand-to-hand combat, he rolled me beneath him, bracing himself on his forearms as he gazed down into my eyes with an intensity that made my breath catch.

"You have absolutely no comprehension of the happiness you bring me, how perfect it feels to wake up with you in my arms, how completely I adore you. You are everything to me, Ivy. I want this every single day for the rest of our lives."

His mouth claimed mine with a passion that started gentle but quickly intensified into the possessive hunger of a man who had fought wars to claim what was his. His tongue swept past my lips, and I melted into him completely, addicted to the unique taste that was purely Caleb Thorne. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, hard and insistent, making me gasp with sudden need.

His lips blazed a trail down my throat, leaving marks of possession in their wake. When he reached my breast, taking my nipple into his mouth with the same focused attention he brought to strategic planning, I had to bite back a cry of pleasure.

"You need to be quiet, beautiful. Max is sleeping just down the hall," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

My heart swelled hearing him refer to my son with such natural protectiveness, as if Max had always been under his protection.

He lavished attention on my other breast while his fingers continued their expert torture on the first. Every touch sent electricity through my veins, and I struggled to remain silent as he worshipped my body with the devotion of a man who controlled empires but knelt only for me.

His mouth began a slow descent, pressing heated kisses across my stomach. When he settled between my thighs, his lips found the sensitive skin there, and his groan of appreciation made heat flood through me.

"You smell incredible, angel. You taste even better. So beautiful, so perfect, so responsive. It drives me absolutely wild to touch you like this."

When his tongue finally found me, I nearly came apart immediately. He used his mouth with the same strategic precision he applied to dismantling enemy operations, alternating between gentle and demanding, building my pleasure with methodical intensity. One finger joined his mouth, then another, and I found myself moving against him desperately, my hands fisted in his hair.

The climax hit me like a shock wave, and he captured my cry with his palm, letting me ride out every pulse of pleasure while he continued his ministrations.

He kissed his way back up my body, every touch making my oversensitive skin sing. When he reached my mouth, I could taste myself on his lips, and the intimacy of it made me dizzy with want.

I felt him positioned at my entrance, teasing me with shallow movements that made me ache for more. His kisses grew more passionate as he held himself back, clearly enjoying my growing desperation.

"Tell me exactly what you want, beautiful," he commanded in that authoritative voice that brooked no defiance.

"I want all of you. Now."

"As you wish."

He filled me in one powerful thrust that left me gasping and complete. For a moment, we simply stayed connected, adjusting to the perfection of being joined. Then he began to move with slow, deliberate strokes that built friction so exquisite I could barely think.

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