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“We’re fucking.” I panted as I said the words. Another wave of pleasure made me flex around him.

“Christ. You like me talking dirty to you? Is that getting you going?”

Me? Dirty? I had never thought of myself that way. Orgasms were pretty straightforward. But I had landed in an entirely different plane. My body responded to unfamiliar stimuli, and Ivan was inside me.

God, Ivan was inside me. Thrusting into me and kissing my jaw. It was too much, too good. Not only did he occupy my body, but he filled every available space in me and pushed into occupied spaces, claiming them as his own.

“You’re getting me going,” I told him.

His hips snapped against mine, and he groaned, long and low. “Evelyn, angel, tell me how this feels. What do you need?”

I brought my hips up to meet his. When his cock thrust into me at this slightly different angle, he hit a new spot—a spot that made my limbs shake involuntarily.

“I love it,” I quivered. “Keep going. I want more.”

While I ran my hands over his rippling muscles and locked my ankles behind his pumping hips, he kissed my chest and throat, keeping a slow, steady rhythm.

My senses were overtaken by Ivan. By his body in mine. His scent on my sheets and skin. Him watching me, kissing me. My unfathomable feelings for him. I teetered between bliss and being overwhelmed, but since this was Ivan—my beautiful, trustworthy Ivan—I stayed on the right side, where there was no such thing as too much.

“I need to kiss you,” he said. “I can’t last much longer.”

“Then kiss me.”

His mouth landed on mine, warm and sweet. Only then did his movements stutter, becoming faster but uneven. I swallowed his groans and came back for more.

He took my jaw in his hand, the other hooking under my knee to spread me wide. We were chest to chest, mouth to mouth, hip to hip. So close, but not really enough. I wanted more of him. So much more.

I parted my lips, letting his tongue sweep inside. He kissed me so deeply and for so long I became dizzy. We kept going until his movements became desperate, and I followed, giving back what he gave.

His mouth tore from mine, and he stared down at me with accusation. Of what, I did not know, and I didn’t think to ask because he powered into me with a new force, a new determination to reach untouched depths. A litany of curses spilled from his kiss-swollen lips, then he let go. His flesh met mine, and he stilled, near silent, squeezing his eyes closed and cupping my throat.

I let him catch his breath and stay inside me for as long as he wanted. I did not mind the weight of him on me, and I already knew I would miss the way he stretched me from the inside.

He finally murmured he needed to take care of the condom and pulled out of me. As expected, I didn’t enjoy his absence. I chased him, splattering myself across his chest. I watched him remove the condom and wrap it in a tissue. Then his arms came around me, and I threw my leg over his.

His wide palm trailed down my spine, and his lips lingered on my forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I am. Are you?”

“More than okay.” He dragged his soft lips down the side of my face, pressing a kiss to the hinge of my jaw. “Much more.”

“Did you feel the connection you wanted?”

He nudged my chin with his knuckle to get me to look up at him. I had never seen him so relaxed and free of tension. It was lovely.

“I’ve always felt connected to you,” he replied. “Being together like this only deepened it for me.”

I thought it over for a second or two. “Me too.”

“So, you liked it?”

I crinkled my nose. “Oh yes. We should do that often.”

He pulled me closer and chuckled into my hair. “I love you very much, Evelyn. We can fuck as often as you want. I’ll always want you.”

I hope so.

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