Page 126 of Bound By Darkness

His lips left mine, a whine leaving my mouth as his eyes raked over my skin. Over me. All of me. “Are you sure?—”

“Yes,” I said, cutting off the sentence before my mind interrupted. “Iwantyou.”

Ivan’s eyes shone with desire. The same desire mirroring mine as he chucked his shirt off.

It landed gods-knows-where as my eyes raked over his chest. I’d seen it multiple times throughout our travels, but it was never this… intimate.

I bit my lip as my hands gripped the frayed edges of my shirt. I slowly peeled the slightly sticky fabric from my body, tossing it into the void until nothing but the beating in my heart remained between us.

I reached for my pants, but Ivan’s hand stopped mine. “Not yet.”

He kissed the slight curve of my neck. A whimper left my lips as his hand pinched my nipple, my hips bucking in response. His chuckle tickled my throat as his lips brushed against my neck, collarbone, and breast.

A gasp left my lips as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud, his teeth scraping against flesh. “I’ll show you how someone as powerful as you should be worshipped.”

Oh gods.

“Ivan,” I gasped, my hips rolling against his. “Please.”

My hips lifted, but he held them firmly, his eyes refusing to leave mine. “I want you. Please,” I breathed, my chest rising and falling in swells.

I had never been more sure of anything than sharing this with him.

“More specific,” he muttered as his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple.

A groan escaped my lips. “Take them off,” I panted.

“So you can follow instructions,” he purred, his hands removing from my hips as he popped the button holding my pants. He slid them off with ease, his hands caressing the exposed skin beneath as if he was worshipping—taking time to memorize my frame.

My cheeks heated as his gaze raked over my flesh, the evidence of his arousal pushing against his pants. “Yours too.” My hands fumbled at his waist.

“Not yet,” he said as his lips kissed mine.

My brow rose, but he grinned in response as he gripped my legs, his hands spreading them apart. His head dipped low as he kissed the inside of my thighs, gently nipping the skin.

My fingers immediately twirled around his hair as his tongue flicked the sensitive area, his fingers working in tandem. My head leaned back as pleasure rolled through my body in giant sweeps.

“Ivan,” I groaned, my hips thrusting to meet his lips. He licked and tasted. Tasted and licked as my breathing grew ragged, my release edging closer and closer.

His fingers curled, pushing me over the edge. “Is this what you imagined?”

A breathy moan was all I could reply as his hand held my thigh against the ground.

“Because I’ve imagined taking you,Thalia, and nothing compares to how perfect you taste,” he said as his tongue licked his lips.

Licked every taste ofme.

I squirmed at the sight of his head peeking between my thighs, his fingers covered in my arousal as he pressed them to his lips.

Everything he did sent pools of heat between my legs as he smiled, those silver eyes filled with lust and want.

“I want you to feel good, too,” I said, my eyes half-closed with pleasure.

His head rose to kiss my stomach. “Believe me, this is more pleasurable for me. If you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said as his hands gripped my hips gently. “You’d see the way your chest heaves and shudders with each wave of pleasure or the way your toes curl before you climax.”

I bit my lip, grateful the oil lamp had gone out as my face heated. Lifting my fingers, I brushed strands of hair from his forehead. “Come here.”

Ivan leaned over, his hands resting on either side of my face. “Yes?”

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