Page 82 of Ivory Ashes

She looks down and swallows hard. “I don’t want to fuck you in an alley, crammed in the front seat like teenagers.”

“No, you wanted to fuck me on a rooftop. That’s what you wanted the other night.” I gently scrape my thumb over her clit and her entire body jerks. “You wanted me to fuck you on top of the world. You wanted the entire city to hear us. You wanted them to know you are mine.”

Her wide eyes are locked on mine. I feel her pulse thundering against my fingers.

“That’s why you went out with your neighbor. To make me jealous.”

“Were you jealous?” she asks, licking her full lower lip.

I tease my finger inside of her, dipping in and out of her heat until her thighs are trembling. “Should I be?”

She’s panting, grinding against my touch. “He’s just a friend. I don’t want him.”

“What about me, Viviana?” I lift her over my cock, sliding my swollen head over the soaked fabric of her panties. “Do you want me?”

She stares down at our bodies like she wants to memorize the image. Then, wordlessly, Viviana pulls her panties to the side.

Our eyes hold for a single second before I bury myself inside of her.

“Mikhail,” she whimpers, somehow sinking deeper onto me. “You’re—Oh God.”

I grab the clip in her hair and pull it free. Gold waves tumble over her shoulders. The warm vanilla scent of her shampoo fills the car. “Your buttoned-up, terrified little neighbor didn’t deserve this. I would have killed him if he touched you.”

She arches her back and curls her fingers in my hair. “He didn’t touch me. It’s only you. In six years, it’s only been you.”

Some dark part of me latches onto that.

“Say it again,” I growl, driving into her.

She looks away, but I grip her jaw and force her eyes to mine. “Look me in the eyes and tell me every man who has been inside of you since it was me. Tell me now.”

“Only you,” she gasps, her body fluttering around my cock. “It’s only been you, Mikhail.”

Viviana hasn’t been with anyone since that night six years ago. I was the last man to see her orgasm. The last man to spill into her.

I don’t want there to be anyone else. I’ll make sure there isn’t.

Ever.

I curl my hand around her neck and bring her forehead to mine. I look into her hazel eyes as I pump into her again and again. “You’re my wife,” I snarl. “You belong to me.”

“Mikhail…” She gasps, her back arching. I hit a new angle inside of her and she cries out. “You feel so good.”

She feels perfect. Her body is tight around me. Each stroke is a test of my patience. My body aches to spill into her.

I fist my hand in her hair and pull, arching her neck. I press my mouth to her fluttering pulse.

“I’m the only man who gets to see you like this, Viviana. I’m the only man who gets to feel you tighten around their cock.” She clenches, dragging a groan out of me. “If you want to feel this good, you have to come to me.”

She nods weakly, her eyes drifting closed. “There’s no one else.”

There’s no one else.

I wrap an arm around her lower back and pin her against me as I piston in and out of her until she’s screaming.

“Please. It’s been so long. I need—” She moans, working her body against mine until the car is rocking. Viviana fists her hands in my shirt and looks into my eyes. “I want you, Mikhail. Please.”

I grab her neck and drag her mouth against mine. I part her lips with my tongue and taste the warm, sweet flavor I’ll never be able to separate from her.

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