Curling upward, I shoved his boxers down. “Then you’d better give me reason to stay.”
Without another word, he surged forward, his mouth crashing against mine as he positioned his hips between my legs. I felt him against my entrance. He was hard. He washuge. With one powerful thrust, he was inside me.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to hide the moan. No easing, no gentleness. Just a raw, brutal collision. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulder. I breathed through the twinge of pain at being forcefully stretched and filled.
“What an interesting surprise,” Ivan gasped.
I didn’t dare move. My body was having enough trouble accommodating him. The sensation was overwhelming. It was the burn, the undercurrent of the pleasure, that made my toes curl.
“What’s that?” I panted.
“I thought you might be a virgin.”
I smacked him. “And you thought slamming into me was the way to fix it?”
Ivan bent and bit my throat. His teeth were hard, and a delicious spark of pain shot down my spine. “If you wanted to betaken by someone who thought you were fragile, if you wanted to have alazyfuck, you picked the wrong man, little Poppy.”
“Good to know,” I ground out, and now that I was used to his size, I moved against him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight.”
Well, I might as well be a virgin. Less than four encounters, and none of them as big as him.
I rolled my hips, testing and learning how our bodies connected. Ivan responded with another snarl. It was hard to tell, here in the dark, if it was a man or a beast rising above me.
Ivan’s lips curled into a wicked smile. One I could see now that my eyes adjusted to the low light. “I’m going to fuck you until their names are erased from your mind,” he growled, his voice thicker with desire. That foreign accent was guttural and harsh. I freaking loved it. “I’m going to fuck you until your pretty little cunt remembers only the shape of my cock.”
His words shocked me, heat blooming across my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like this, with such raw possession.
“You want that, don’t you?” he continued, punctuating his words with a deep thrust that made me cry out. “You want to be owned, claimed, ruined for anyone else.”
A sharp gasp clawed from my throat. “Yes!”
His hips snapped forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that had me wheezing for air. Ivan was merciless, driving forcefully into me, hitting places I never knew existed.
“Look at you,” he murmured roughly, a hand tangling in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. “So fucking perfect, taking my cock. You were made for this.”
I felt like we were made for each other.
But I didn’t voice that secret. I didn’t want to break the spell by talking about the past or future. There was only the present. Him and me. Tied together in this most intimate way. The intensity built between us like a gathering storm. My body arched intohis, seeking more of that delicious friction. The muscles of my thighs strained to hold onto him. Our bodies collided together, my nipples aching with every pass. Words fell away, unnecessary in this covenant of flesh and desire. Each thrust sent lightning through my veins, my nerve endings singing with sensations I’d never known existed.
Ivan’s eyes locked with mine, dark and fathomless in the dim light. Something primal passed between us. We shared a silent conversation more honest than any we’d had with words. His jaw clenched, muscles rippling across his shoulders as he claimed more of me with the deliberate movements.
I answered his unspoken demands with my body, rising to meet him, my fingers digging into the hard planes of his back. I lifted my legs, hooking them around his back. The angle changed, and I bit my lip again to stifle a scream as he hit something exquisite inside me.
That made him chuckle with impish glee. Pulling my hair, Ivan forced my neck to the side. He bent and kissed my neck, tasting the thunder in my pulse.
“I own this sweet pussy,” he growled against my throat.
My body convulsed.
Filthy. Absolutely filthy.
And I loved it.
The idea of him marking me pushed me to the edge. I wrapped my legs tighter around his back, holding him in place. It was a silent invitation that I was ready.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.” Ivan slid a hand between us, pinching my clit. “Now show me how you come.”
