Page 94 of Ivory Oath

He licks them clean. If I wasn’t horny out of my mind, I’d memorize the pull of his lips over his fingers. The way he savors me.

As it is, I have tunnel vision. I want to skip everything in the middle and get to the blinding light at the end. My body clenches hollowly, aching for him.

But Mikhail doesn’t drive into me.

He grabs my hips and slides me off the table.

“What are you?—”

He spins me around and presses on my shoulder until my ass is in the air and my bare breasts are smashed against the top of his desk.

Then he cracks his hand against my ass.

My skin ripples from the force of it. The sound echoes in the quiet room and I’m frozen. From the pain blistering on my backside… and the jolt of pleasure that is still vibrating directly between my legs.

“You spanked me,” I breathe, too stunned to move.

Mikhail cups my ass in his large hand, smoothing calloused fingers over the red hot skin. “That’s for ever doubting me.”

Before I can tease that he’s tempting me with a good time, Mikhail grips my hips and finally slides into me.

There are no soft, building thrusts. He presses and presses like he’s as desperate for this as I am. Like we’re making up for lost time.

I cry out when I’m sure I’ve taken all I can. But Mikhail soothes a hand down my spine and thrusts deeper as he coos, “Just like that.” His legs are flush against the backs of my thighs. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit?”

I nod weakly. It’s all I can manage. This is all I’ve wanted since he sat me on the desk, but now, it’s more than I can handle. My brain is short-circuiting.

Mikhail wraps my hair around his fist and tugs, arching my back, pushing himself just that little bit deeper. “I asked you a question, Viviana.”

I open my mouth and a desperate, pleading sound slips out. I have to search the lusty, muddied waters of my brain to find a single syllable. “Yes.”

Of course I feel it. How could I not? Sex with Mikhail has never been just sex. It isn’t enough for him to claim my body. He needs my mind, my soul. All of me.

Well, he can have it.

Each thrust has me stretching onto my toes, nearly lifting off the floor. I’m pinned between the table and his body, completely at Mikhail’s mercy.

“This is how deep I’m going to be when I come,” he says, sinking into me to illustrate the point. “This is how I’m going to put my baby inside you.”

He’s toeing a fine line between torture and pleasure. I’m panting and pleading. “Yes. Please.”

Suddenly, his hand is around my throat and I’m lifted up, up until our bodies are flush together. My shoulder blades press into his sweat-damp chest and my head is on his shoulder. I’m pinned, unable to move, unable to do anything but take him at a new, devastating angle that has my eyes rolling back in my head. I reach for any bit of his skin I grab, settling on digging my nails into his muscled thighs.

With him right behind me like this, I can feel the ways he’s falling apart, too. His heart pounds against my back. His breath is wild on my neck. He kisses my throat and my shoulder and I’ve never felt more out of control and more protected than in this moment.

Mikhail’s voice is a dark whisper in my ear. “Come with me, Viviana. Let’s make a baby together.”

The words push me over the edge.

My body clenches, tightens. I hold him inside of me, gasping in time with his small thrusts until his hips slam against me and hold. His hand tightens around my throat and we’re perfectly still, save for the pulse of him between my legs.

Finally, he lets me go and we collapse forward, a panting, sweating mess on top of the desk. He’s still inside of me when he kisses the base of my neck. “I want every part of you, Viviana—inside and out. Never doubt that.”

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VIVIANA

As soon as I wake up, I reach for Mikhail.

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