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“Ivan,” I cry out, feeling so close to the edge, my orgasm looming.
“I love it when you say my name,milaya,” he says softly, his strong lean fingers gliding across my cheek.
He presses a finger against my lips and I open them slowly, letting him slide it inside. I suck on his finger, enjoying the wild, crazed look in his eyes.
“Do you want to come, Lucia?” he asks, his cock keeping up with the maddening pace inside of me.
“Y-yes,” I reply, my voice trembling.
“Yes, what?” he prompts.
“Yes, Ivan. Please, let me come,” I manage.
He smiles before kissing me hard. “I’ll let you come anytime you want,krasavitsa.”
His fingers reach down for my clit and when he starts to stroke the sensitive bud, I clench around him, coming with a wordless cry. He joins me soon after, his body going rigid before I feel his cum filling me.
We stay like that for a long time afterward, me against the wall, him holding me up. My eyes open when I feel my heart rate start to steady. Ivan’s already looking back at me. I look down at where his cock is still inside of me and I swear I can feel him starting to harden. I smile when I take in the fact that he’s still wearing his shirt.
“We didn’t even take our clothes off.”
Ivan grins before carrying me to the bed and placing me on top of it. My gaze unwittingly moves toward his semi-hard cock. The man is insatiable, I swear. There’s no mistaking the promise or the desire in his eyes.
“Take your clothes off, beautiful,” he orders, looking down at me.
“Why?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to be difficult.
“Because I’m going to fuck you again. But first I want to suck on those pretty nipples of yours,” he says unabashedly.
I feel my cheeks heat. Yeah, that’s pretty good motivation to take my clothes off.
He doesn’t have to ask before I’m doing just that. He spends the next hour driving me crazy and learning every inch of my body. By the time we’re done, I collapse onto my side, totally spent and needing to sleep. Ivan lies beside me, staring at me with something close to adoration in his gaze.
“You still can’t fall in love with me, Ivan,” I say softly, feeling my eyelids grow heavier.
His reply is murmured under his breath. I barely hear him, and I don’t think he means for me to, but I do.
“We’ll see.”
CHAPTER 18
Ivan
The scent of apples is what makes me up. And the weight of someone in my arms.
I don’t think it’s something I’ve ever experienced, having a person so close to me the moment my eyes open in the morning. As soon as they do open, though, the first thing I see is thick brown hair, which belongs to I think the only woman I would ever let myself be caught in this position with.
“You know, for someone who’s supposedly not a cuddler, you’re kind of cutting off all my air circulation right now,” Lucia murmurs, tapping on my arms, which are wrapped around her as I hug her from behind.
I chuckle softly before slowly releasing her. I’m really not a cuddler, but my body must have sought out hers in my sleep. Which means I’ve grown more comfortable with her than I realized.
“I’m not a cuddler,” I state.
She turns around to look at me. “So… last night was fun,” she drawls.
“Was it?” I ask, unable to stop a small smile as I look at her.
She’s a vision in the morning, her face clear and her eyes bright.