Page 153 of Ivory Oath

He circles his mouth over my breasts, sucking on my nipple through the thin material of my shirt. “But I want to take my time with you.”

“We have a whole lifetime for going slow.” I slide my hand between us and slip under his waistband. He’s warm and hard against my palm. When I give him a rough stroke, he jerks, pumping into my fingers like he can’t help himself. “Right now, I want you inside of me.”

Mikhail growls deep in his chest. He shoves his pants down and slips my loose pajama shorts to the side. He hesitates for a brief second when he first parts me, when he dips into my wetness and groans at how ready I am for him.

Then he pushes into me with one smooth, continual thrust.

My back bows. I gasp and arch off the bed until I’m barely lying down at all. Mikhail bands an arm around my lower back and holds me in the air. He balances me against him, letting me adjust to the way he fills me.

With a kiss to the underside of my breast, he slides away and drives back in.

We writhe and move with each other. Mikhail leads, gripping my hips and driving into me. Then he rolls over, spinning me so I’m sitting on top of him, straddling his hips.

He keeps his hands spread across my thighs so he can control my pace even when I’m riding him.

I press him back into the mattress and kiss the hard ridges of his abs, the broad sweep of his chest. I circle my hips and work myself onto his length again and again. When we hit a new angle, I gasp. Mikhail pumps into me until I’m putty in his hands. Until I collapse against his chest and scream against his feverish skin.

I clench and spasm and Mikhail holds himself deep inside of me, groaning as I fall apart on his cock. As soon as I go limp, he wraps an arm around my waist and rolls us over.

“I want this,” he growls, slamming into me. “I’ve wanted this from the first time I ever saw you, Viviana.”

I’m still coming down from the first orgasm, but Mikhail is taking me there again. His words and his body and the perfect way we have always fit together are destroying me from the inside out.

“Mikhail…” I curl my fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots.

He silences me with a kiss, swirling his tongue against mine. I realize with a startled laugh that it’s the first time we’ve kissed. Only Mikhail could drive me out of my mind without any physical foreplay whatsoever.

Just the nearness of him—the way he talks to me and how much I want him—are enough. I’m always ready for him.

I will always choose him.

“Come inside of me,” I pant. “Fill me up, Mikhail. Fuck me like you love me, please.”

His movements stutter for only a second. Then he roars. He empties himself into me until he collapses.

I wrap my arms around him, more than happy to be crushed under his weight.

We fall asleep like that, with him still inside of me. Just the way he wanted.

62

MIKHAIL

I wake up achingly hard.

Viviana must feel me shift next to her. Her eyes are closed, but her hands find me. She rolls onto her side and backs into me. “Mikhail…”

My cock twitches. “Viviana, I want?—”

“Me, too.”

I slide into her and we fuck slowly, lazily. I bury my nose in her hair and flatten my hand across her stomach.

I never had a choice. Not when it comes to her.

I’ll always want this.

I slide my hand lower to circle her clit and find her wet. Really wet.

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