The intensity between them surged like a force neither could resist. Ivy's breath caught in her throat as Castiel moved her, his hands firm but careful, guiding her body with a quiet confidence that made her heart race even faster. She shifted under his touch, feeling the plush fabric of the couch against her knees as she braced herself, her fingers gripping the backrest with anticipation.
His voice, low and rough, came close to her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “You feel so incredible. You sure you can handle this?” he asked, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, teasing her with the heat of his breath.
Ivy turned her head slightly, her gaze catching his through half-lidded eyes. There was a playful glint in her expression as she bit down on her bottom lip, her voice
