Page 62 of Till Death Saves Me

"Good," he growls, his thrusts becoming even more intense. "Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

And I do. I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing around him. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Ivan roars, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he finds his own release. He pumps into me, filling me with his heat, his cock pulsing with each wave of his climax.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of our hearts. "I love you so much, Ivan."

He lifts his head, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I love you too, Virginia," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I fucking love you."

His hands slide down to my ass, gripping me tightly as he grinds against me, wringing out the last of our shared pleasure. His lips find mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, pouring all of his love into me.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something more—a fierce possessiveness that sends a thrill through me.

"I can't wait to see you carrying my child," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fuck you every second of every day until I'm certain you're pregnant. Until everyone knows that you're mine."

And the thought turns me on.

Ivan leans back, pulling me with him. I curl up on his chest, his cock still buried inside of me. But I'm not ready to let go of him.

I snuggle closer to Ivan, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending pleasant shivers through me. I'm still catching my breath, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Virginia," Ivan says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.

I lift my head to look at him, surprised by the serious tone in his voice. "Yes?"

His blue-gray eyes lock onto mine, intense and determined. "All your stuff is getting moved into my room tomorrow."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really?"

He nods, his jaw set. "You're sleeping in my bed from now on. I can't stand you being that far away from me anymore."

A smile tugs at my lips. It's so unlike the cold, aloof Ivan I first met to be this openly affectionate. I can't resist teasing him a little. "We're in the same house, you know."

His arm tightens around me, pulling me impossibly closer. "It's not good enough," he growls.

I laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Okay, okay. I'm not complaining. I like being close to you too."

Ivan's hand comes up to cup my face, tilting it so I'm looking at him again. His eyes are softer now, filled with an emotion that makes my heart skip a beat. "I mean it, malyshka. I want you here, with me, always."

The intensity in his voice, the raw honesty in his eyes, it overwhelms me. I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away. "I want that too," I whisper.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, there's a hint of a smile on his face. "Good. Because I wasn't really giving you a choice."

I laugh, swatting his chest playfully. "There's the bossy Ivan I know and love."

30

GINNY

Istep onto the sleek private jet, my hand clasped tightly in Ivan's. The plush carpet beneath my feet feels surreal, a stark contrast to the concrete tarmac we just left behind. As I settle into one of the luxurious leather seats, I can't help but marvel at how drastically my life has changed in just three short months.

Ivan slides in next to me, his muscular arm wrapping possessively around my shoulders. I lean into him, inhaling his familiar scent of sandalwood. It's a scent that once made me tense with anxiety, but now brings nothing but comfort and desire.

"Ready for our honeymoon?" Ivan's deep voice rumbles in my ear.

I look up at him, still in awe of how his icy blue-gray eyes have softened when they gaze at me. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," I admit, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in my chest.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Believe it. Two weeks, just you and me."

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