Page 33 of Till Death Saves Me

One finger slips inside me, followed by another. He pumps them slowly, stretching me gently. His tongue continues its relentless assault, flicking and teasing, driving me to the brink. I'm panting, clutching the sheets beneath me, my body arching into his touch.

"Ivan," I moan, trying to pull him closer. He responds by pulling back, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Patience, malyshka," he murmurs, his fingers still moving inside me, crooking to hit a spot that makes me cry out. "I will take as long with you as I like."

He dives back in, his tongue replacing his fingers on that spot. I'm writhing now, my hips moving in time with his mouth. He slips his fingers back inside, pumping them faster, harder. I'm close, so close.

But every time I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Ivan."

He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my arousal. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want, Virginia?" he asks, his voice rough.

"I want... I need..." I can't form the words, my mind clouded with desire.

He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. "Tell me what you need," he demands, his fingers stilling inside me.

"I need to come," I whimper, my body trembling with anticipation. "Please, Ivan. Make me come."

He growls, a sound of pure satisfaction. His mouth is back on me, his tongue working my clit as his fingers pump faster, harder. The sensation builds, pleasure coiling tight in my belly. I'm right on the edge, teetering on the precipice.

And then I'm falling, tumbling into an abyss of pleasure. Waves of it crash over me, my body convulsing as I cry out his name. He rides out my orgasm, his mouth and fingers gentling, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Only when I'm limp and gasping does he pull away, a satisfied smirk on his face. He watches me, his eyes filled with pride and possession. Like he owns me. And in this moment, he does. Completely.

But I still want more.

I reach for Ivan's pants, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He chuckles, a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. With a swift motion, he strips off his clothes, revealing every inch of his muscled body.

My eyes widen as I take in the sight of his cock. It's massive, and my legs clench involuntarily at the thought of taking him inside me.

Ivan leans over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. But I stop him, my hand gently grasping his wrist. "I don't want anything between us," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes meet mine, a flicker of surprise in their depths. "Besides, we're married. I'm going to have your kids at some point."

"You want me to breed you, Virginia?" he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The words send a jolt of heat straight to my core, the idea turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

He leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. His body presses against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me. He lines his cock up with my entrance, but I place a hand on hischest, stopping him. My heart is pounding, my body aching for him, but my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Wait," I murmur, my voice trembling slightly. I always knew he was going to take my virginity, but... my stupid heart is too involved now. And I have to know.

His gaze softens. "What is it, Virginia?"

"Are you clean?" I ask, my cheeks warming slightly. It's a question I never thought I'd have to ask, but here we are.

Ivan's expression darkens for a moment, and he nods. "I've always used condoms with everyone else," he says, his voice firm.

The words sting, but I needed to hear that. I needed that reminder that this is arranged, that I shouldn't be letting this man into my heart even if he owns my body.

I look away as I wait for him to slide into me, but he doesn't move. Instead, he grips my chin, turning it back to him. "Hey," he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing my cheek. "There hasn't been anyone since I married you."

I search his eyes, looking for any sign that he is lying, but all I see is sincerity. And I believe him. I fucking shouldn't, but I do. A warmth spreads through me, knowing that despite everything, he's been faithful to me. A woman he didn't even want as his wife.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. And then, slowly, he pushes into me. It burns, the sensation overwhelming, but at the same time, it feels incredible. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely.

Ivan moves above me, his hips thrusting with a controlled, deliberate rhythm. Each stroke fills me completely, stretching me, claiming me. I never imagined sex could feel this good, this intense. His body presses against mine, his breath hot on my ear as he whispers filthy praise.

"You feel incredible, Virginia," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "So tight, so wet for me."

I gasp as he hits a spot deep inside me, my nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure bordering on pain. But I love it. I love every dirty word, every powerful thrust.

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