He watches keenly as I slowly lower myself in, a soft breath slipping out of me as the heat wraps around my body, loosening something tight and coiled deep inside. “You’re fucking stunning, Ivy. You know that?”
I feel myself blush over the heat of the hot tub, heat rising higher, sharper this time.
I sink down a little more, tension slipping out of my body in a way that feels almost instant. Like something in me was waiting for this.
He joins me a moment later.
Close. Not touching at first.
The city stretches endlessly below us—open, expansive and free.
There’s a certain magic about Ravelle. Like it holds secrets. That we’re part of those secrets by virtue of living here.
I look around instinctively—the old habit, scanning for windows, for angles, for anyone who might be watching.
There's nothing. Just sky and city and the soft blur of distance.
We’re private, hidden. Everything narrowing down to the space between us and the water.
His hand finds my leg beneath the surface. Slow, unhurried.
My pulse jumps at his touch.
“This is better,” he murmurs.
I don’t ask what he means, because I already know.
I lean into him without thinking, my body settling against his like it belongs there—like it always has.
And for a moment, everything feels open. Endless. Like I could go anywhere. Like I could disappear into this.
Then his lips are on mine, ravenous, like he’s done waiting. There’s nothing gentle about it.
I kiss him back, just as hungry, my hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth takes control. Our tongues intertwine, exploring, locked together, pulling me under with it. Heat floods through me, sharp and immediate.
His hands move over me—sure, confident, mapping my body like he’s done it a hundred times already.
My breath breaks against his mouth when his grip tightens, when his touch shifts from exploring to claiming.
His hands caress my breasts and he squeezes both of my nipples. I squeal as he pinches them against the little metal bars, hard. “You like that, Ivy?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine. “You like it when I hurt you?”
“Yes,” I moan as a bolt of electricity shoots directly from each nipple straight to my clit.
His hand descends, and my core tightens in anticipation.
He grabs me by the back of my neck and hoists me to the side of the hot tub, placing me exactly where he wants me. It presses against the backs of my thighs, the water shifting around us, and suddenly I’m more exposed—more aware—than I was a second ago.
“Show me your pussy, Ivy,” he commands.
I obey, spreading my thighs apart.
He groans as his gaze trails down. “Such a pretty pussy,” he growls. “Already like this for me. I can’t wait to taste you.”
His words make my body tingle.
He looks back up, his gaze holding mine for a beat longerthan necessary, like he’s making sure I’m there. With him. Present.
Then his focus drops again.