Page 51 of Ivory Oath

I arch away from him and grab the hem of my shirt. I yank it over my head in one fluid movement and toss it. It lands in the sink, but I don’t care. It could be shredding in the garbage disposal and I wouldn’t let go of Mikhail to save it.

“An hour ago, I would have told you the kitchen was the least erotic room in the house. But that was before I spent the last thirty minutes cleaning it.”

Mikhail kisses down my chest. He flicks the front clasp of my bra open and groans when my breasts spill free. “Does the smell of bleach get you going?”

I roll my hips against his erection, giving us both the friction we want. “No, but imagining you fucking me on every single one of the flat surfaces in here did the trick.”

He slides me to the floor so he can unbutton my pants. He slips his hand inside the waistband and cups my already-damp panties. “Fuck, Viviana. I had plans tonight. I was going to take my time with you.”

He caresses his fingers against my slit. I fist the front of his shirt in my hands, clinging onto him before my legs give out.

“You had plans? Tell me about them.”

Instead of answering, Mikhail picks me up and carries me through the French doors to the screened-in porch. The night is cold, but there’s a fire going in the wood-burning stove. Twinkle lights zigzag across the ceiling and there’s a pile of fleece blankets spread out on the hardwood floor.

“You did this for me?” I ask in surprise.

He bites my earlobe. “After the day you had, I thought you could use the release.”

For a brief second, I remember my father standing in our bedroom. The fear. The anger.

But I don’t want to think about any of that tonight. Not when Mikhail is in front of me offering to help me forget.

I gladly and wholeheartedly accept.

I press my hands to his chest. His heart thunders against my palm as I slowly drop to my knees in front of him.

“Viviana…” His voice breaks on my name and I love knowing I have that kind of power. I love knowing that Mikhail Novikov is the strongest man I know, but I can make his heart race and his voice shake like no one else in this world can.

I unzip his pants and free his erection. He shudders when I lean forward and press a kiss to the very tip of him.

Then I take his velvet length into my mouth.

Mikhail tangles his fingers in my hair, holding loosely to the back of my head as I swallow him down again and again. I pause frequently to lick the underside of his cock from base to tip. I swirl my tongue around him, loving the pleading noises that come from the back of his throat as I let him touch the back of mine.

“God, that mouth,” he growls, thrusting gently against my face. “It’s so perfect.”

I could finish him like this and be perfectly content. Making Mikhail whimper is a surefire way to get me out of my own head.

But as I pick up the pace to push him closer and closer to that edge, Mikhail slides his hips away from me. He grips my chin and brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “Another time, I’m going to fuck this perfect mouth until I come all over you. But not tonight.”

His promise is still shivering down my spine when he presses me back into the cushion of fleece blankets and settles between my thighs. He flattens his hand on my stomach and slides it down until he’s just above where I want him. My pussy quivers in anticipation.

“I should be gentle with you,” he rumbles, regret staining his voice.

“Why?” He’s barely touched me and I’m already breathless.

He shifts his hand higher to curl it around my stomach. The lost ground is devastating. My hips arch towards him as I grab his wrist and push him back down. He resists going all the way, but it’s not for lack of trying on my part.

“The baby is safe in there,” I argue. “Unless you plan to kill me with your cock tonight, there’s nothing you could do that would hurt the baby.”

Death by Mikhail’s cock doesn’t sound like the worst way to go, actually.

His jaw flexes. “I’m big, Viviana. And you haven’t been seen by a doctor yet. I don’t want to?—”

“Someone is confident,” I interrupt in a teasing lilt.

But Mikhail is right: he is big. Which is why I’m desperate to get every inch of him inside of me right now. So desperate I’m willing to stoop to reverse psychology.

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