Page 52 of Ivory Oath

“I’ve taken you plenty of times before, Mikhail. It’s always been fine.” I place special emphasis on that final word. Fine. The idea alone is laughable. Mikhail Novikov is a million different things, none of which are fine.

He’s glorious. Intoxicating. All-consuming.

With the way his icy blue eyes are freezing me to the bone right now, he knows it.

Suddenly, both my arms are pinned to the blankets above my head and Mikhail is hovering over me. He refuses to touch me except for where his hands are around my wrists and the tip of his dick is whispering against my opening.

My heart is beating a wild rhythm in my chest, but I try to keep my voice steady as I ask, “Are you going to fuck me or are you going to leave me unsatisf?—”

I don’t even get the question out before Mikhail slams into me.

Our bodies are barely touching, but I’m full of him. I arch against where he has me pinned—with his cock and his hands—and cry out.

“How’s that, Viviana?” he whispers over me. “Is that fine?”

I whimper. “S-so… good.”

When I open my eyes, Mikhail is smirking. “Are you ready for the rest?”

I frown and glance down to where we’re joined. Correction: where we’re half-joined. Mikhail isn’t even halfway inside of me and I had no idea.

I roll my eyes, both from annoyance and the excruciating way he flexes his hips into me, teasing every bit of pleasure out of where we touch. “You’re going to be so smug about this, aren’t you? You’re never going to let me live this down.”

“Wipe the word ‘fine’ from your vocabulary and I’ll forgive you.” He crushes his lips to mine at the same moment he slides home in me.

I should be used to the way Mikhail fills me by now, but it still catches me by surprise. He swallows down my scream, his lips sealed over mine. When he finally breaks away to drag his mouth over my jaw, I press my head back into the floor. “Fuck.”

“That’s better.” He nips at my collarbone and traces his tongue between my breasts. “Nothing about the way you feel around me is ‘fine,’ Viviana. It’s fucking perfect.”

He drags slowly in and out of me, making sure I experience every glorious inch of him. The friction is unbearable. It’s only made worse by the way I’m pinned to the floor.

“I want to touch you,” I beg.

Mikhail smirks and lets go of one of my wrists. But before I can even move my arm, he gathers both my wrists in one of his hands.

“How about I touch you instead?”

Then he slides a hand between us and presses his thumb to my swollen clit. Whatever argument I was going to make dissolves into a broken moan.

He works my clit as his cock stretches me again and again. I lift my legs, splaying my hips wide to take him deeper.

“Viviana…” he growls, sinking into me.

The glow of self-satisfaction is short-lived when he enters me at a new angle. His head glances over my g-spot, and I’m completely and utterly gone.

My body goes taut, my entire spine lifted off the floor as I arch against him. The pleasure is searing and I cry out, screaming Mikhail’s name as he fucks me to the beat of my own pulsing pussy.

When I finally sink back into the blankets, sated and limp, Mikhail lets go of my wrists. He kisses my chin and the thundering pulse in my neck. His soft lips suckle around each of my nipples before trailing down my stomach. He slides out of me and I hate the loss of him.

Gently, Mikhail wraps a large hand around my hip and rolls me onto my stomach.

A weak flutter deep in my core draws a whimper out of me. “I can’t take any more.”

“You seemed to think death by fucking was impossible,” Mikhail remarks as he digs his hands into my ass.

“You know I was lying.” I would’ve said anything to get him inside of me.

I spread my legs and I can feel the cool air against my dripping center. Mikhail must be able to see it, because he swipes his thumb there, soothing away the ache.

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