Page 60 of Ivory Oath

A strangled sound works out of his chest and he pulls my body against his. My legs slip from his shoulders, but I cinch them around his waist before they fall to the floor. He stumbles forward and sandwiches me between his chest and the wall, never slowing his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He dips his head to suck my breast into his mouth and I slide my fingers into his hair.

My body is in a frenzy, clawing at him and drawing him closer, but I’ve never felt more at peace.

“I love you,” I gasp. I’ve already said the words before, but I still tense as they leave my lips. Every muscle in my body tightens and Mikhail growls against my neck.

“Again,” he demands, his teeth scraping over my skin.

“I love you,” I repeat, clenching around him again.

I say the words and tighten around his cock until he’s glistening with sweat and shaking in my arms.

I’m on the edge, but I want Mikhail to fall first. I press my lips to his ear. “This pussy is yours. Fill it up.”

His hips stutter and he roars as he pumps into me.

I feel him twitch deep inside of me and, suddenly, the clenching is beyond my control. My orgasm milks Mikhail’s until we’re both spent. Until we have no choice but to sink to the floor in a pile of sweaty limbs.

“Well, did we make up?” he asks a few minutes later, pressing a lazy kiss to my peaked nipple.

I throw my arm over my eyes and nod. “With interest. I think we can skip the makeup sex portion of the next five fights, at least.”

“You think we’ll fight five more times?”

“Maybe by tomorrow,” I laugh. The sound cuts off sharply when he slides his tongue down the center of my stomach. “What are you doing?”

“You know I like to be prepared.” He grips my thighs and presses them apart roughly. His warm breath tickles over my sensitive skin. “We should bank a few more, at least. Get ahead.”

He lowers his mouth to me and we make up for hours.

27

MIKHAIL

I stare at the message notification for the tenth time, waiting for the will to respond.

Anatoly messaged yesterday and said the new security protocols were in place at the mansion. As of eighteen hours ago, my mansion became the safest place in the state for Viviana and Dante to be.

As of twelve hours ago, Raoul warned me that the Greeks are about to make a move.

Still, even with the real world threatening to bang down the door, I can’t quite bring myself to leave this cabin.

“Why are you awake?” Viviana mutters sleepily. Her eyes are still closed, but she presses her naked body into my side and flops her arm over my chest. Her body is warm and soft.

“It’s morning.”

She shakes her head. “It’s morning for people who didn’t have hours and hours of sex last night. For us, it’s still the middle of the night.”

I kept her up long past midnight, wringing orgasms out of her until she swore she’d die. Even then, I didn’t want to stop. Stopping meant that our last night in this cabin would be over.

We were sitting on the couch in front of a fire with mugs of hot chocolate like we were in a goddamn Christmas puzzle. The night was perfect—and I could feel it slipping through my fingers.

I was deep in my head and I almost fucked it all up. I was quiet and sullen. As is her way, Viviana pulled me out of it.

It was a nice way to say goodbye.

I kiss her arm and slip out from under the blankets. She whines behind me, stretching herself across both sides of the bed. “Stay here.”

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