Tristan was sleeping peacefully until he felt the soft caress of delicate, smooth fingers on his neck and shoulder. He jolted his eyes open to see Ivy hovering over his top, with a stainless steel knife in her one hand.
"Take off your clothes now," she snarled like a cat, as she placed the blade near his neck, while she unbuttoned his shirt. "I want to see you naked, just like you saw me…"
"No…" Tristan screamed. Just now his inner demon had slept. Now Ivy was trying to awaken it again. "Let me go, Ivy… for the love of God…" he groaned as she cradled him, now his torso was trapped between her legs.
Ivy was determined to get him. She wanted to see how he looked without any clothes, how his bare, chiseled torso looks? She wanted his strong, muscular arms to wrap around her waist again.
