Page 32 of Till Death Saves Me

Ipace my room, my heart racing as I replay the kiss over and over in my mind. Ivan's lips on mine, his strong arms pulling me close - it was everything I'd secretly longed for and everything I feared. How can I want someone like him — a deadly, dangerous murderer who probably has no idea what it means to love or stay faithful to one person — so desperately?

It's been two hours and my body is still thrumming. But what's worse is my heart is aching. I shouldn't have let it get caught up in this, not with a man like him. I'm only setting myself up for disaster, and no matter how hard I try to keep myself from him, I keep finding myself getting closer.

The sound of the front door slamming jolts me from my thoughts. Ivan's home. My stomach twists with a mix of anticipation and dread as I make my way downstairs. I couldn't even stop myself if I tried. I'm still wound up from earlier and it needs an outlet.

I find him in the living room, tension radiating off him in waves. Our eyes lock, and suddenly I can't hold back anymore.

"You're a coward," I spit out, my voice trembling with anger as I try to bury every other emotion underneath it.

Ivan's eyes flash dangerously. He stalks towards me, closing the distance between us in three long strides. His hand grips my arm, not painfully, but firmly enough to make me gasp.

"Say that again," he growls, his face inches from mine.

I lift my chin defiantly, refusing to back down. "You're a coward for running."

Something shifts in Ivan's expression, fury and desire clashing together so violently that my knees go weak.

"Fine," he snarls. "You want me to stay? I'll fucking stay."

Before I can react, his mouth crashes onto mine. This kiss is nothing like the first - it's hard, demanding, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing we've both been fighting. I match his intensity, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I pull him closer.

Ivan backs me up against the wall, his body pressing against mine. I can feel the heat of him through our clothes, and it sets my skin on fire. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips trail down my neck.

"Ivan," I gasp, torn between pushing him away and begging for more.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with want. "Tell me to stop," he challenges, his voice rough. "If you don't want this, you need to tell me to fucking stop right now."

I stare at him, my chest heaving. But I can't say those words. My mouth refuses to even try because I can't keep myself from him any longer.

So I fist the front of her shirt and whisper, "Please fuck me."

Ivan captures my mouth with his, and it's incredible. His lips are firm, demanding, and I can't help but melt into him. He picks me up effortlessly, carrying me upstairs to his room. The scent of sandalwood envelops me, intoxicating my senses. He lays me back on his bed, the soft fabric cool against my heated skin.

"Undress," he commands, his voice rough with desire. I move quickly, my eyes never leaving his. He watches me intently, his gaze a physical caress as I reveal more of myself to him. He squeezes his cock through his pants as I push off my shorts, leaving myself bare and already wet, and the sight sends a throb of anticipation through me.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, before leaning down to capture my lips again. His kiss is hungry, consuming, and I can't get enough. He trails kisses down my body, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

When he settles between my legs, I tense up. He notices immediately, pausing to look up at me.

"What's wrong?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

I feel a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "No one has ever..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence.

His eyes widen in realization. "No one has ever made you come with their tongue?" he asks, his voice a low growl. I can't tell if he's angry or relieved. He's pretty possessive, and I thought he knew since I've always been engaged to him that he knew.

Is he going to freak out that I'm a virgin?

I shake my head, admitting softly, "No one has ever made me come, ever. I've never been with a man."

A feral grin spreads across Ivan's face, and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't wait to ruin you, Virginia," he says, his voice filled with dark promise. "To mold you to me."

And then he dives in.

"Fuck," he groans after his first taste wracks a shutter through me. "You are so goddamn sweet."

Ivan's breath is hot between my thighs, his eyes locked onto mine, watching my every reaction. He starts slow, a soft stroke of his tongue that makes my hips buck. His hands grip my thighs,holding me in place as he tastes me, exploring every inch like it's territory to conquer.

His tongue circles my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. I can't look away from him, his eyes dark and hungry, reflecting the dim light of the room. He's devouring me, licking and sucking like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.

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