Ivy’s POV
I can’t sleep.
It’s not the nightmare this time. Not the shadows or the thudding in my chest. No.
It’s him.
His voice still echoes in my ears, smooth like a whisper but thick with possessiveness, like he’s already marking me as his. “You’re mine now, Ivy. You just don’t know it yet.”
Cocky, arrogant bastard.
And yet my thighs are pressed together so tightly it hurts. My fingers are gripping the sheets, like maybe they’ll stop the insanity swirling through my head. But they won’t. Nothing will.
The second his hand slides under my panties, I know it is over. There is no turning back. I am done.
My heart thunders in my chest, and my skin still tingles where he touched me. I swear I can feel the weight of his fingers, even though they’re not there anymore.
And those lips? I
