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    “Wow,” Ivy said, breaking the heated silence. “What made you get that?”
    Lucas glanced down at his chest. He shrugged. “Why does anyone get a tattoo?”
    He stepped toward her. She didn’t move. He put his hands on her waist, leaned in and kissed her deeply.
    Ivy lifted her arms and Lucas pulled her dress over her head. He unclipped her bra and pulled off her panties, probably not even guessing that Ivy had chosen cute panties to impress him. He didn’t give them a single glance, but when she was fully unclothed he looked at her for a long moment. She felt more naked in front of his gaze than she had ever before.
    “You are… so incredibly sexy.”
    Ivy blinked. “Thank you,” she said. “You are too.”
    He pushed her onto the bed, pressed her into the mattress while he kissed her passionately. She imagined that disturbing tattoo between them, where their skin pressed together.
    After Lucas kicked off his pants, Ivy held him away from her by his shoulders so she could look him in the face. He stopped taking off his boxers and looked back.
    “You scare me,” Ivy said, feeling her heart beat faster. “A little.”
    She didn’t know where it came from. Just… as they lay together, nearly as intimate as humans can be physically, it came rushing in. Ivy was afraid of this man she barely knew at all, who wouldn’t talk about his past, who had a tattoo that looked like it would hurt so badly to get inked into his skin but he wouldn’t explain it….
    She was afraid, but it almost added to the excitement she felt. Her heart beat faster as he began to kiss her neck, warm and soft. He didn’t respond and it seemed like he had no intention to do so.
    She couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else –something more physical –making her heart beat so fast.
    When he pressed a finger between her legs, she forgot every worry she’d had a moment before. She moved her hips against his fingers, breathing heavily.
    Now his boxers were off and she could feel his hardness. He took himself in hand and stroked between her legs with his silky tip.
    Ivy let out a little moan and pulled him closer against her. She wanted him so bad. She hadn’t felt this kind of fire within her since… She tried to remember. She’d had a fair amount of physical dalliances in college which were quite enjoyable, but nothing like this. Lucas was…intense.
    This moment had all the qualities of a night to remember. Lucas was gorgeous, mysterious, and obviously experienced in the art of lovemaking. The full moon was visible outside his bedroom window.
    He pushed into her and began to move his hips against hers, slowly.
    Ivy felt herself become enraptured with the moment with every shuddering, pleasure-filled breath she released. Soon thought became something of the past and she felt as if she was solely composed of the sweet, fiery pleasure melting through her body.
    “Lucas,” she breathed, wanting him to know how he made her feel but unable to find any words other than his name.
    “Ivy,” he answered, his voice low and husky with pleasure.
    She completely lost track of time. Her entire existence consisted of Lucas within her and Lucas without her. Their mouths met as he moved over her, his slick chest pressing against her own. They kissed clumsily, all their attention focused lower down.
    As Ivy felt the tension building within her, she felt as if she was solving the mystery of Lucas. With every thrust he moaned, one hand on her lower back and the other in her hair. He was pushing her into him. She barely needed to do a thing but still she did, moving her hips and tightening her legs around him.
    He began to move faster. She felt him deep within her, hitting her so deep inside that she felt like she couldn’t take any more. His movements were more intense than she had ever felt before.
    She felt herself tighten around him.
    He noticed. He moved a hand between her legs, not slowing his thrusts, and rubbed her clit.
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