Page 85 of Endless Love

It’s a kite-shaped salt-and-pepper diamond, with a black diamond on either side, on a platinum band studded with smaller white diamonds. My mouth drops open, and for a moment, I can’t speak.

“I love you, Charlotte,” Ivan says softly. “And maybe this is too soon—I’ll understand if it is. But you know I’ve been obsessed with you since the day I saw you. I knew since that first moment that I couldn’t live without you. And if you feel the same way, I want to be yours for the rest of our lives—just as much as I want you to be mine.”

Tears well up in my eyes, and I nod before I have the ability to speak again. “Yes,” I whisper finally. “Yes. It’s crazy, but—yes. I’ll marry you. I love you, too, Ivan, I?—”

His eyes are misty, too, as he slides the ring onto my finger, the diamond glittering in the bright sun. He stands up, pulling me in for a kiss as his mouth seals over mine, and then he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me back to the bed. He spills me back onto it, dragging me to the edge where he’s standing and tugging my leggings down as I feel him grind against me, already rock-hard.

“Once more,” Ivan murmurs, his mouth already descending on mine as he strips us both naked. “One more time, and then we’ll go down and find the others.”

My answer is a kiss, as I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him down to me, hooking my legs around his hips as I feel him slide inside of me that first inch, teasing me with what we both need so badly.

“One more time, for now,” I whisper, as he slides into me, groaning as his lips find my neck and he starts to thrust. “And after that—for the rest of our lives.”

Ivan's thrusts are slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body, pushing me closer to the brink. I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against mine. Nothing has ever felt as good with anyone as it feels when I’m with Ivan. It was easy to say yes to this forever. I never want anything else.

“I’m yours,” he breathes against my skin, his voice thick with desire. “And you’re mine.”

I moan, arching into him as his teeth graze the side of my neck, so close to the edge. And then, just as I can feel my orgasm on the verge of tipping over, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Sarah’s voice calls out from the other side. “Are you coming down to the beach?”

Ivan freezes, and I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “We’ll be right out!” I call, trying to keep my voice from sounding strained.

“Don’t wait on us,” Ivan adds, his hips rocking against mine, and I press my hand to my mouth to stifle a moan.

I hear Sarah laugh, and her footsteps fade away. Ivan picks up his pace again, pushing me further up the bed as he climbs onto it with me, his thrusts leisurely now, building the pleasure again.

I wrap my legs tighter around Ivan's waist, urging him on, pulling him deeper inside me. The interruption only heightened my arousal, and now I'm desperate to come. Ivan thrusts harder, his hands pinning my wrists above me as he grinds his hips against mine.

“Look in the mirror,” he murmurs, nudging my head towards the huge mirror atop the dresser next to the bed. “Remember that night?”

“How could I forget?” I pant. “It wasn’t all that long ago.”

“I made you mine that night,” he growls. “And now you’ll be mine forever. My little dove. My obsession. Mywife.”

Every word pushes me closer to the brink. Ivan groans as I tighten around him, and I arch upwards, panting. “Please—” I rock against him, desperate for a little more friction, for a little more ofhim. He feels so good, and the feeling of his fingers around my wrists, the sight of him, muscled and gorgeous, stretched over me as he fills me again and again, is intoxicating.

“Come for me, little dove,” he whispers, and I can feel him starting to shudder, on the edge along with me. “Come on my cock, and I’ll come for you, too.”

The tide of pleasure washes over me, pulling me under as I moan his name, and I hear him cry out mine. His fingers interlace with mine at the last moment, locking us together, my ring brushing against his skin.

I feel every thrust, every hot rush of his cum inside of me, and Ivan presses his mouth hard to mine, the sounds swallowed up in our kiss until we both finally go still, lying intertwined on the white sheets.

“I’m glad you found me,” I whisper softly, as the sunlight streams over us both, still connected as I look down at the diamond sparkling on my finger. “For better or worse, I’m glad.”

“Good,” Ivan whispers, and he leans in to kiss me again. “Because, little dove—I’m never letting you go.”

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