Page 40 of Ivory Oath

I shove his pants down. He kicks them away and then he’s there between my legs. He teases his tip against my opening, parting me slowly.

“Please,” I beg, clawing at his lower back.

He draws his hips away, toying with me. “What do you want, Viviana?”

“I want you.” I thought the pawing and panting was obvious, but apparently, I have to spell it out for him.

He drags his nose along my cheek, turning every touch into some new erotic experience. “But how? There are so many options.”

I lift my hips, but Mikhail pulls away again. I groan. “I only see one.”

Suddenly, he pins one of my arms over my head, careful to avoid my bandaged wrist. His breath is hot on my neck as he presses his lips to my racing pulse. “I could drive into you deep. I could split you open until you scream my name.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Nerves flutter low in my stomach and between my legs. I think I’ll combust if I don’t feel him inside of me.

He chuckles low against my jawline like he’s making a point to trace every inch of my body with his lips. “Or,” he offers, skating his fingers tenderly down my arm, “I could slide into you inch by inch. I could fill you one gentle fraction of a thrust at a time until you’re desperate for more. Until you beg me to fuck you. Until you think you’ll die without my cock.”

I dig my nails into his back, drawing a wince from him. “You’re already killing me, Mikhail.”

He reaches between us to grip his erection, dragging himself up and down my slit. “You’re so wet,” he groans, circling my clit with the head of his cock.

“I don’t care how you fuck me, Mikhail. Take me any way you want.” His eyes darken with desire and I nod. “Yes. Like that. Whatever just crossed your mind, you can take me like that.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re signing up for, Viviana.”

“Yes, I do.” I curl my palm around his stubbled cheek. “I’m signing up for you and all that comes with it. Just please, please fuck me, Mikhail.”

Mikhail’s mouth crushes over mine at the same time he slams himself deep inside of me. I cry out, but he swallows it, claiming my mouth with his tongue and my throbbing pussy with every single inch of his hard cock.

He scrapes a hand up my thigh, curling around my ass to lift me closer. He tilts me against him and thrusts.

“Thank you.” I arch back and he kisses the slope of my throat, the hollows beneath my collarbones. He’s in my head, between my legs, palming my breasts. I’ve never been so consumed by any person in my life the way I’m consumed by Mikhail Novikov. I clench around him, drawing him even deeper. “I feel you everywhere.”

He slams into me, our bodies slapping together. “I love the way you take me. The way you pulse around me when you’re close.”

He’s so big that the smallest flutter is all it takes to feel him against my walls. I wrap my leg over his hip and roll against him, grinding as I milk him from the inside.

He whimpers and that alone might be the single most vulnerable thing he’s ever done. More than his apology or his confession. Mikhail drops his forehead to my chest and groans, telling me in his own way exactly how much he wants this.

And it’s enough to completely unravel me.

“I’m coming!” I cry out into the night. I fist my hands in his hair and ride him. When my body gives up, Mikhail grabs my hips with bruising force and drives into me.

“I feel you,” he snarls, pumping into me again and again. “You’re so tight.”

A few more pumps and his hips stutter. He spills into me, finding release deep inside my core. Then he collapses, his head pillowed on my chest.

I hold him, grateful for the weight of his strong body. For the way I can still feel him twitching inside of me.

I’ve never been this close to another person before. How can I still want more?

When he finally raises himself up on his hands, I drag a finger through the hair on his chest and try to fight away my nerves. I didn’t plan to tell him this. Then again, I didn’t plan on any of this. If it was up to me, Dante and I would still be in our tiny apartment. I’d be working for a boss with Funyun breath and coming home to Dante after dark every night.

Maybe it’s past time I throw away my plans.

“You’re gonna have to buy another star soon,” I tell him, my voice shaky.

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