Author's Note

So I decided to bring the lemons finally lol

Think in a few chapters our mystery character will make it's apperance.

I do not own the right to Merry Gentry series.

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Chapter 5

Ivi looked deeply into my eyes, his tri-colored green eyes searing into my mind. Would he close the space between us or would I need to? Finally I decided to grow up and speak my mind, which I always had to keep to myself.

"Ivi, what are you doing?" I asked quietly.

He sighed again, his breath tickling my waiting lips. They began to quiver ever so slightly. He closed his eyes slowly as if he could not bear to keep them open any longer.

"I cannot hold onto myself longer, Maeve." He stated. "I must tell you that I cannot stand the sight of you in another man's affections."

This came as a shock to me. Ivi, the ever so careful Captain of my guard, never had the courage to tell me his true feelings. He was like my fathers, Doyle and Frost, always so…mature and detached as if his work was the only thing that mattered. Yes, there were moments his eyes shown his true thoughts, but never did he speak them in fear of what I may say. He took my silence as a bad omen and began to unravel his arms from my body.

"No don't…" I gasped suddenly. "Don't let me go now."

He opened his eyes, shocked at my words. The game I played at court was much too good, he as well as others believing I had nothing more to feelings than boredom and anger… like my great Aunt Andais. I wrapped my arms around his body, securing him to me until I decided to let go. Knowing he was so much stronger than I and could break my arms off to escape, he did not.

"Maeve?" He asked looking into my face.

"Yes Ivi," I responded hugging my face to his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, like he always did when we were alone and away from the dark throng and many enemies.

"I have waited for this moment for so long, Princess," He said stroking my hair, letting his fingers touch the exposed skin on my neck and back ever so gently, sending shivers down my spine.

"Then let us not stand here dawdling, kiss me already." I ordered.

He used my hair to make me look up at him, making a small noise come from my lips. His eyes took in my face, in pure pleasure, my body shivering from his touch, gently guiding me into the cold brick wall so that he could control me better than before. In this position I could not pull away nor run from his embrace. My skin began to glow white just as his began to glow a light leaf green, our powers intermingling into a very light pastel color. His hands left my hair and began to run up and down my body, taking from me more and more sounds.

"Please, Ivi!" I moaned quietly into his chest.

This made him stiffen. Why? I do not know, but all I wanted was for him to continue his path on my body and to finally quench this fire inside me. His hands were frozen in place, each beneath one of my breasts.

"Do you not want me, Maeve?" He asked his voice hoarse.

"Yes, yes I want you, Ivi!" My voice was rushed and on edge.

My power began to creep into his, bringing with it small shocks which brought noise I have never heard from anyone.

"If you keep doing that I will not be able to control myself and I do not want to lose control, Princess."

Ivi brought one of his hands away from my body and to my hair again bringing a moan from my lips. He lowered his face slowly until his was almost against mine. His tri-colored irises swirling and moving like his namesake. Something was caressing my legs and arms so sensually that when I looked down I could see his hair moving on me, like some great vines come to life. Again he clenched my hair into his fist and finally brought his lips unto mine. They were so soft and tasted of fresh herbs, our lips moving together in unison until his brought his hand onto my breast, kneading it, bringing more sounds from me. Once he heard them his body took on urgency like no other. His hand pulling my hair harder and harder, his hand nearly crushing my breast, his hair caressing ever so gently and his lips crushing mine as if to devour some great tasting sweet from them. My hands found his body and began to wander over him looking for that one sweet spot they longed for. When they found it, I began to smooth over that great lump there, bringing sounds from him, which urged me to do more to hear them. Something was creeping up my thigh to that area I wanted him in most, tickling the space between my thigh and groin.

"Ivi your hair…" I began to say until I looked down our bodies and found vines at our feet, climbing my legs like some great spider.

The vines finally found the spot they were searching for and brought a moan from me, which Ivi caught with his lips, teeth and tongue. Over and over they went. My body was shivering and felt as if my skin had grown ten times its size. Our light filled the hallway to the point there were no shadows for anything to hide in. His power was pulsating through mine, bringing pleasure where it went. My power flowed through his as if it weren't there, my hands working on undoing his pants so that they could reach their prize. Ivi moaned and began to kiss down my face to my neck where he stopped, head just resting in the crook of my throat, his tongue darting here and there bringing tiny shocks of pleasure and wetness. Finally his pants were undone and he sprung free. My hands grabbed him, gently squeezing, bringing more and more sounds from him, his vines still going over that sweet spot, making me moan louder into his mouth. My hands began to move up and down on him, matching the pace of his vines under my robe, moans and pleas coming from both of our mouths.

"Yes, Ivi, please, please." I begged over and over, making his vines move faster and faster along with my hands on him.

"Maeve I'm not going to last long," He said into my neck.

"Then we finish it, Ivi." I stammered.

His vines began a new dance and plunged into me over and over, bringing the sounds with every thrust in. My hands moved on him faster and faster, making his moans continuous. He brought the kisses down to my breasts, taking my hands from him so that he was the only one pleasuring. His tongue flicked my hardened nipple and then he drew it into his mouth, making me gasp loudly.

He rolled it with his tongue slowly, taking more and more sounds from me until he began to suck. My body felt as if it would explode any minute. His vines going faster and faster in me, his mouth sucking my breast as if he would suck out my soul. Then he tore his mouth from my breast and replaced his vines with that long hard quivering thing and thrust into me over and over until all I could do was claw at his back. Between one thrust and the next he brought us screaming and bucking, our power thrust together as one bringing us over and over again until he dropped to his knees with me still in his arms.