His body was sizzling hot. I ran a hand down his spine, marveling at the tight, fit feel of him. He might have a few yearson me, but this wasn’t a dad-bod. Ivan was cut from stone. Burning hot, strong, living stone.
“You don’t want to be here,” he muttered. The pillow wasn’t helping the thick accent come out any clearer.
I pulled it from his head, debating whapping him with it. Instead, I climbed onto the bed.
“You’ve convinced me, and I’ve changed my mind,” I countered.
Ivan rolled onto his back, watching me through the dark. The harsh blue glow cast his features in an eerie light. His eyes raked over me, the intensity in them making my skin flush despite the coolness of the room.
My breasts felt full. Heavy. They begged to be palmed—to be worshiped.
“Last chance to leave,” he warned, voice husky with restraint.
I shook my head and tucked myself against him. “I don’t want to leave. How can I convince you?”
His voice was broken. Hoarse and full of emotion. “I don’t know.”
Leaning down, I brushed my lips over his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he ground out and surged forward.
One hand captured the back of my neck while the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest. His mouth found mine in a fierce, hungry kiss that stole my breath. His lips were firm yet soft, demanding everything I had to give and more.
I melted against him, my hands sliding up his bare chest to his shoulders. He tasted faintly of vodka and something uniquely him that made my head spin. His tongue teased the seam of my lips, and I opened for him without hesitation, moaning as the kiss deepened.Ivan growled low in his throat.
The vibration traveled through his chest and into mine, sending shivers down my spine. His hands moved with purpose,sliding across my sides to grip the waistband of my pajama pants. With one swift movement, he tugged them off my legs, his eyes never leaving mine as he did.
Maybe the beast could see in the dark.
It felt like he could.
I helped him, kicking them off when they reached my ankles. The cool air kissed my newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps that Ivan traced with his fingertips. His touch was electric. I stopped fighting the reaction and succumbed to the tremors.
This beast was responsible for the unholy obsession in my head. But maybe, just maybe, I worked my magic on him as well. The way his touch seemed to brand my skin was as good an indication as any.
Ivan flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. His hand moved between my thighs, cupping me through the thin fabric of my underwear.
“I’m going to destroy this,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “By the time I'm done with you, you won’t be able to remember your name.”
“Then do it,” I commanded.
Because if I didn’t show my backbone, I would lose it.
His breath turned to hard rasps, something primal taking over. With a swift, violent motion, he gripped my panties and ripped them clean off me. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the quiet room. I gasped.
“Just remember, you gave yourself to me, little flower,” he growled, sliding down my body.
Without warning, his mouth was on me, hot and insistent. I let out a soft cry, my back arching off the mattress as his tongue explored every inch of me. At last, my breasts found the attention they craved. Pleasure made my nipples strain to rigid peaks. My fingers twisted in his hair, holding him against me as he devoured me like a starving man at a feast.
“Ivan,” I moaned, unable to form coherent thoughts as pleasure coursed through my body.
He hummed against me, the feel of him sending shockwaves through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them wider, exposing more of me.
“Ivan!” I tugged his hair. We’d been here before. I was done playing the first act. I wanted the rest of the promised plot.
He sensed my urgency and rose over me. “I’m only taking you bare. And once you’re mine, there’s no going back from this thing.”
A warning, one last chance to run.
