Page 30 of Forgotten Vows
Just that touch of his wicked mouth on mine, and I was gone. Need swamped me. The past swirled in my mind, reminding me how good it was to be his and to feel all of him. His mouth brushing over mine possessively like now, as he lunged in for more. His fingers curling over my neck as he constrained me and kept me where he wanted me. His dick, hard and pushing against my stomach as he pinned me to the wall.
He consumed me. This desire lay dormant and stagnant all these years as I hid and stayed off the radar of any Mafia man. But with one touch, one kiss, I unraveled.
There was no stopping this. No way to slow down this lust for this one man I’d missed and scorned for too long. Kissing him frantically, I tried to crawl up into his strong arms. Clinging to him as he grabbed my thigh and picked my leg up, I wished I could feel his bare skin flush against mine.
Lit up with a fire that only he could put out, I was tossed into the storm of needing himnow. I didn’t care how full of contradictions I was at this second. I didn’t believe him when he said he hadn’t been with Serena when he was supposed to be exclusively with me that summer so many years ago. I didn’t care for his attitude like I was the bad guy in this war between us.
He’d wronged me.
It was his fault Lev didn’t have a father all this time.
I had every right to loathe this man, but at the same time, I was acting in the extreme of lusting for him so acutely that I barely registered us tugging our clothes off in a mad rush. I was supposed to be wary and only ask this man for security for our son, yet I was focusing on nothing more than kissing him. I could only funnel my efforts into freeing his dick and stroking it until he growled against my mouth.
“Fuck. Raisa.Fuck.” He could barely speak, panting for air as he shoved my pants and panties down my legs. The fabric clung to one ankle. Our shirts were bunched up but still on. I couldn’t slow down enough to shove his jacket fully off his shoulders.
All that mattered was kissing him and tasting his spicy command. The only thing I could do was close my eyes under the bite of his teeth on my lip as he turned us, carrying me to the bed.
I slammed down and the breath was pushed out of my lungs. He didn’t give me a chance to fill them with much air as he followed me down with his body, hovering over me and pushing me into the mattress.
Then before I could finish looping my arms around his neck, he lined his big dick up to me and nudged in. And then some more. Another inch. Going slow wasnota possibility. I was too rabid for him. I was too famished for him to fill me like he used to.
Completely. Deeply. And so thoroughly that thought and speech weren’t happening.
Blanking out at the pure bliss of Ivan sinking all the way into me, stretching my pussy with that delicious bite of pain, I closed my eyes and let the rest of the world fade away.
The worry about keeping Lev safe. The wonder of what the Rivera Italians wanted with me. Why they sought us now andsawmeas a target. How they found me. Where I could go next. If Luka would ever let me have security. If my father was truly dead.
All those question marks swirled relentlessly, but as Ivan pulled out then slid back inside me, over and over with a dizzying speed, I gave up on everything but pursuing the allure of relief. My orgasm was right there. Within reach. Surrendering to justfeel, to experience this release and bliss of nothing but an endorphin rush, I held on tight and stopped fighting it.
I stopped fightinghim. Like this, I could only go along for the ride and trust he would make me feel so good.
“Raisa.” He grunted, straining over me as he worked to make me shatter. Returning his hand to my neck, he pounded into me with such a steady, slick tempo. Under his wicked stare as he watched me, I listened to the suctioning sounds of my arousal. “Fuck…”
He tightened his fingers ever so slightly. The pressure didn’t hurt, but the expression of his power and dominance over me like this was too much to handle.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I cried out and came. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, shredding my soul and making me soar with the sweetest ache of euphoria.
It’d been so long—as long as it had been since I’d seen him and made love with him—that I felt this all-consuming sensation of both flying and falling.
Under the threat of passing out from coming so hard, I could only kiss him back weakly.
Regret would come swiftly. I knew it would. But for the moment, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
As he thrust into me twice more and flooded me with his hot cum, I held on to his back and tried to convince myself this was a mistake that I would never repeat again.
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IVAN
Isensed the second she regretted it. I felt her tense up too quickly after going so lax from her orgasm. I heard the hitch in her breath, as if she was snapping back into reality and acknowledging that in the heat of the moment, she’d caved for me.
Her anger was still there. It surrounded us, coated with a layer of my rage too.
Tension wouldn’t be fading anytime soon between us. Yet, I felt a small degree of comfort in the fact that we’d fallen prey to desire together. Mutually. Fucking her so soon after seeing her wasn’t wise. I wanted answers, not a quickie. This wasn’t the way to go about discussing the fact that she had my son and never told me. Having sex just happened, but now that the sexual tension had been dealt with, we were right back to square one.
“Get off me.” She pushed at me, but I didn’t give her much space.
I stayed right where I was, hovering over her, pinning her to the bed. I didn’t let go of her wrists, keeping them flat above her head. Although I shifted and slipped my cock out of her, smearing her thighs with our cum, I didn’t make any move togive her the room to get up. Pushing my hips against hers kept her beneath me. Captive and with nowhere to go. With nothing to do but answer me.
