New House Rules with Ivy Andrews

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Cory Chase, Ivy Andrews, Luke Longly Pic(s)

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in a world of hushed anticipation where the only light came from the flickering amber glow of the fireplace. Her perfume, a heady mix of night-blooming jasmine and warm skin, wrapped around his senses as she guided his hands to the silken tie of her robe. The dark fabric whispered a secret as it pooled at her feet, revealing the elegant slope of her shoulders and the gentle curve of her waist in the dancing firelight. His breath hitched as her fingers, cool and deliberate, began to unbutton his shirt, each slow release a tiny capitulation that made his pulse thunder in his ears. She leaned in, her lips tracing a searing path along his jaw while her palm pressed flat agat his chest, feeling the wild, frantic rhythm of his heart. The heat from the flames seemed to emanate from her very skin, a palpable energy that promised both surrender and command in this new, uncharted territory between them. A soft, throaty murmur escaped her as she arched agat him, the hard planes of his body meeting her softness in a perfect, breathless alignment. The world outside, with all its rules and reasons, dissolved into the crackle of the fire and the shared, unspoken language of their touch. In this sacred space, every glance was a decree and every caress a binding statute, rewriting the very essence of his being.