She's dead. Very dead. She can't escape. He just pinned the damn door. He was driving and didn't even glance at her side or touch her thigh, no teasing stroke, no sensual rub, something he usually did every time they drove together.
She didn't want to think too deeply, maybe it was because he was making important calls, but she knew something was coming. He hadn't started anything yet, but that didn't mean she was safe.
They were already close to the venue for the party when he reversed away from the entrance, parking the car in a lonely path. He ended the call and tossed his phone somewhere she couldn't see.
He turned to her and she gasped, fully aware she was done for in her husband's hands.
His earlier words still echoed, pulling her straight back into reality: "Take off your flat heels and the gown. Off. Now."
Her lips parted, swallowing hard. She stared at him innocently, speechless. "Um…"
"You wouldn't want me to repeat myself." His gaze was hard and seductive, the kind that stripped her without touching her. "I said now, little moonlight." He tapped the steering wheel, waiting, almost daring her to disobey.
"And if I don't?" She was shaking inside but forced a smile. Damn, I'm playing with fire.
He raised a brow and let out a low, sensual laugh. Of course she wanted to push him. "Do you want to dare me?" His voice was calm, too calm..... the calm before the storm she feared and craved.
"So… if I take it off, then what happens next?"
"Do you want to know?" His lips curved into a satisfied smile. Staring into her hypnotizing emerald eyes, he could already see the answer. She was seconds away from breaking, masked only by that pathetic bold expression, scared, excited, and burning with desire for whatever came next.
"Yes… baby." Her eyes said everything she wouldn't say out loud.
He leaned down to her neck, breathing softly against her skin. Her lips parted. His warm chocolate and strawberry scent wrapped around her, stealing her breath until she had to inhale through her mouth.
He gave her neck a slow lick, then bit down hard on her most sensitive spot. She gasped, her hands trembling. His mouth soothed the sting with slow kisses, over and over she lost count, as his lips moved to her neck, her jawline, her lashes, her collarbone… every soft part of her.
"Then shall we?" he whispered against her ear, biting her earlobe before sucking lightly. She trembled.
"No… baby, wait," she gasped, pushing him gently.
"Really?" His smirk was wicked and hot enough to make her wetter than she wanted to admit. The air itself was sensual, heated, thick with his scent. Every breath dragged more of him into her senses.
"Yes," she managed after a moment.
"You wouldn't want to see how ugly it gets if you don't take it off."
"Um…" She stuttered, licking her lips and biting them until she tasted blood.
He traced her swollen lips slowly with his middle finger, removing her teeth from the abused skin. "You love biting these lips, little moonlight. You don't know how much it turns me on in a dangerous way. It's seductive… intoxicating…. it makes it hard for me to think about anything except taking you in every way possible." His strokes were slow, deliberate, hot, leaving her mind blank.
He licked his lips, leaned in, and kissed her hard, sucking gently on her lip, licking the blood before pulling away. "Are you scared?"
"Maybe…" she whispered, faking a smile while trembling inside.
"Why?" His seductive tone made her thighs tighten again.
"Because you're going to hurt me." She watched his expression fall into a moment of controlled stillness, eyes closing like he was holding back anger… or lust.
He opened them again, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer with a fierce intensity.
"The only hurt I'll give you," he growled, "is with my dick, No other kind of hurt, little moonlight."
Heat rushed to her cheeks; her breath hitched.
"Do you have to say it out loud…" she muttered, rolling her eyes.
"What, baby?" he teased.
"You know what I mean." She looked away, counting imaginary numbers.
"I don't know," he laughed, lifting her chin with two fingers.
"You love teasing me, right?"
"And making you wet for me. Only me." His eyes darkened with possessiveness.
"And if I get excited or wet for someone else?" she pushed, just to see.
"The Fuck." he cursed sharply. "Then I'll deal with whatever he used to make you wet and excited".
She licked her lips, shocked… and still burning for him, like she was going crazy because of her husband.
"Damn… he must be joking," she thought.
As if reading her mind, he smirked, tightening his grip on her wrist. A tiny squeak escaped her, and his smile widened in satisfaction.
"You know I'm not joking, little moonlight."
She rolled her eyes and faked a sneeze.
He only laughed.
"What if it's just sweet words from him?"
"Then I'll rip off his sweet mouth."
"And if it's his dick," she added under her breath.
He stared down at her and clicked his tongue, finally releasing her wrist. She glared as she rubbed the faint mark he left behind.
"You want to know what I'll do, little moonlight?"
He lifted her wrist, brushed a soft kiss over the spot, then licked it slowly.
She shot him a sharp look, he simply smirked, waiting for her answer.
"Yes." She winked, daring him.
"Okay then… I'll cut off his dick and feed it to the birds."
His heated voice lingered in her head.
Her eyes widened.
He was so possessive it almost scared her.
Does he love me… or does he just not want anyone else touching what he thinks is his?
She hissed silently and rolled her eyes.
"What the....Eww... Kacy!!" she yelped, covering her mouth in shock.
He reached for her hand, tracing her fingers before lifting them to his lips.
He kissed them softly, then guided her hand down to rest on her lap, holding it firmly.
"I....", he began, but stopped.
He licked his lips, leaned in, and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
Her breath hitched as his tongue brushed hers, slow and exploring, until her eyes rolled shut from the heat of it.
"Ivy…"
His voice dropped against her ear.
Warm air brushed her skin, making her giggle and blush.
"Are you turned on, little moonlight?"
His sweet voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"Maybe," she teased, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
He let out a low, restrained groan, and she smiled, proud of the effect she had on him.
"Ivy…" he warned, his voice too warm, too deep.
"Kacy…"
Her whisper was soft, almost musical.
"We don't want to keep our parents waiting. So…"
He smirked at her confused expression.
"Get on with taking it off."
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean," he said, brushing his lips lightly against her shoulder.
The touch made her shiver, heat rising to her cheeks.
"We can skip it, we'll be late for the party."
He laughed quietly to himself.
She didn't know he was already planning her downfall.
"I don't give a damn about this party," he said, voice suddenly deep and edged with possessiveness.
"Well I do," she shot back, rolling her eyes.
"I actually give a damn."
His tone shifted, soft, but irritated.
"Did you just yell and roll your eyes at me?"
"Yeah. And so what?"
"Take that back."
"I won't."
He hissed, glare sharp.
"I'm not repeating myself. Take it back."
"Do your worst, Kace. I won't."
A slow, dangerous smile crept onto his lips.
"I warned you, didn't I? Fine. Take your gown off now… or I'll make you remove it in front of your parents. Dare me, little moonlight."
She gasped, stunned.
How dare he talk like that, what am I, his property?
Tears gathered in her eyes.
"You're crazy!" she yelled, voice cracking as she fought the tears.
"And deranged," he added. "You forgot that part little moonlight."
"I'm not your little moonlight!" she cried, tears streaking down her cheeks.
"Ivy…"
His tone was bored but his expression softened when he saw her crying.
"Enough. Just do it."
"Kace, please…"
Her voice trembled.
She wiped her tears, but they kept falling.
"Just do it, Ivy. Or we're not getting out of this car. And if calling me Kace makes you think you'll escape this… keep dreaming, little moonlight."
"Kace… is it really necessary?"
Her eyes were already swollen.
"Take it off."
His voice was low, thick with desire as he looked at his wife's flushed, tear‑kissed face.
Something about her,every trembling breath, every unraveling emotion pulled him deeper into a place he couldn't escape.
It wasn't the tears themselves; it was the fact that she trusted him enough to be that vulnerable, that open, that real with him.
And God, it did something to him.
The way she leaned into him, the way she reacted to his touch… it lit a fire he couldn't hide even if he tried.
He wasn't trying to make her cry, not even close but the rawness, the softness she only ever showed him made his chest tighten and his body heat.
She was his in every way that mattered, the only one who could pull that kind of hunger out of him,
the only one whose voice, whose reactions, whose surrender could drive him insane.
Only he got to feel her like this.
Only he got to hear those sounds.
Only he got to pull her apart and hold her together again.
She was his.
And he was completely, hopelessly hers.
"Fine…" she whispered, defeated.
Her hands moved to the knot of her gown, loosening the strap.
The fabric slipped off her shoulder and fell into her lap.
She slipped out of her flat heels.
"Nice curves," he murmured, brushing his thumb over her shoulder.
He leaned in and kissed the curve of her collarbone.
She let out a soft breath and then a louder gasp when he sucked hard on her clothe nipple, licking, sucking, bitting, twisting, before gripping the bra strap with his teeth tucking at it.
"Now take it off," he whispered, voice low and commanding.
"Kacy…" she moaned softly, heart hammering at his touch.
"You won't do it?" he asked, he smirks, teasing her.
"I will… just please…" Her voice trembled as she tried to steady herself, emotions swirling.
He leaned closer, brushing a hand over her wrist, his touch both firm and gentle.
"Do it," he murmured, eyes locked on hers.
She reached for the hook, hesitating as he paused her again.
"Ivy… do you hate me?"
"No," she whispered, barely holding herself together.
"But you're crying," he said, wiping her tears with a careful hand. His touch was both possessive and tender, sending warmth across her flushed cheeks.
"I'm not," she snapped, swatting his hand away and quickly wiping her face.
He chuckled softly, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"What's so funny?" she finally asked, trying to regain some composure.
"Little moonlight."
Just hearing him say it made her knees go weak, especially with that low, teasing tone that dripped with everything...desire, mischief, and possessiveness all at once.
He was like a chameleon, flipping from anger to lust, then desire, then playful teasing in a heartbeat.
And the way he called her sweet names sometimes Ivy, sometimes little moonlight, then baby, then pretty Fuck it made her heart skip, made her shiver, made her feel like she was his favorite little secret.
She knew, without a doubt, that among all the names, the one he lingered on the most…
was always little moonlight.
She was lost in thought, staring at his piercing blue eyes.
He watched her, unable to believe she was his, perfectly formed and utterly his.
"Little moonlight," he whispered again, drawing her back to him.
Her gaze returned to his, and he smiled.
"You love drifting away, huh?"
She twirled a strand of hair and looked away, hiding her flushed face.
"You didn't really believe I'd make you take it off in front of your parents, did you? Damn, Ivy… you're mine. Only mine." He said, smiling at her annoyed, turned-away expression.
Her glare shot back to him.
"It's not funny, asshole."
"It won't be, little moonlight… if you call me that again." He raised an eyebrow, daring her.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"Since when?" His eyes twinkled with surprise.
"Since… now," she replied, rolling her eyes sarcastically.
"Just wear your gown. I'm not in the mood to punish you," he said, smirking. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her teary eyes.
"Until we get home," he added, sending shivers down her spine.
Some time later, she had redressed, the gown falling perfectly over her curves.
He rolled his eyes over her body, smirking.
"Done so soon?"
"Yes."
He hummed, lips smacking together.
"Little moonlight…" His fingers traced her thighs slowly, teasing her as she gasped softly. When he quickened the motion, her gasps grew louder, her head falling against his chest. He slowed down, letting her catch her breath, then kissed the back of her neck.
She leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder, pouting adorably.
"You stare a lot," he teased.
"You're mine," Her voice dripped with seduction, curling around him like smoke.
And that rose scent… God, it hit his nostrils, seeped into him, wrapping around every nerve in his body.
Every part of him felt it, the sweetness, the heat, the intoxicating pull of her.
He gripped the steering wheel, momentarily lost in her rose scent.
"Are you shocked?" she asked playfully.
"Hm."
"Why?" She licked her lips, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"You're cute, little moonlight," he murmured, stroking her cheek.
"Especially when your face turns red like a rose. Your scent… it's intoxicating and Perfect."
"And soft?" she teased.
"Exactly. So soft, like a pillow."
"Where's the softest?"
"Your ass…" He winked, and she blushed.
"Baby, you're not thinking of touching…"
His hand rested on her ass firmly, squeezing them, eliciting a soft moan before moving back to her lap.
He released her ass, and she muttered a quiet "thank you."
He smirked, drawing her gaze back to his, mesmerizing her with the intensity in his eyes.
"You shouldn't stare, Ivy."
"But I can't stop. You're so… hot. Your chest, your scent…"
"It's not strawberry," he interrupted.
"It's more than strawberry, baby. It's chocolate," she replied.
He raised a brow. "Chocolate?"
"Yes."
He shook his head, smiling.
Her fingers traced his tattoo near his neck.....a rose with a small moon.....gently stroking it.
"Did it hurt?"
"Kind of… but I'm okay."
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
He gasped softly when she pressed a gentle kiss to it. Just a peck, but it sent a jolt through him.
He couldn't stop staring at her.
He truly loved her, more than he had ever imagined.
His world would be unimaginable without her.