Page 80 of The Russian's Stalked Bride

My whimpers and breathless noises get muffled in the kiss, overloaded by the stimulation and messy tangle of pleasure meeting frustration.

“More,” I mumble against his lips, chasing after them while my hips roll against his palm.

Ivan chuckles at that, gently taking my bottom lip between his teeth before returning, “Look who’s needy now.”

The amusement in his tone hits me hard, stringing me out even more from how impossibly sexy it sounds. But, to my relief, he carefully withdraws his fingers before guiding himself between my thighs, body pressing into mine.

“Fortunately for you, I’m more merciful,” he says with a grin, capturing my lips and adjusting my legs to where he wants them at the same time.

Then, to both of our relief, Ivan pushes in, making us gasp at the same time.

The initial stretch always knocks the air from my lungs, and my arms wrap around him in response. Bracing myself, I pull in a breath.

My lashes flutter at the immediate rush of pleasure flooding my system, and I clench my fingers into his back as he draws more moans from me.

Ivan grunts as he fills me completely, holding me much the same. He pauses long enough to catch his breath, then he slowly withdraws his hips, pressing back in. At once, we groan, caught in the same storm of sensations.

“God, you’re perfect,” Ivan utters, building up a rhythm so addictive that no part of me wants it to end.

Heat scatters across my skin from his praise and the way he surrounds me so perfectly, guiding me closer to the precipice.

My legs hook around him, keeping me as anchored to him as I physically can be. All the while, I drift, overcome by the absolute bliss only he can give me.

Head bowing while he growls against the way my inner walls clamp around him, Ivan shudders and lifts my thigh a bit higher, giving him more leverage as he continues to move, face twisting in pleasure.

The sight alone makes me wish I could force my eyes open longer to not miss a moment, but every thrust feels more intense than the last, erasing every ounce of self-restraint I had. He’s reducing me to an absolute mess while I dig my nails in and move with him, somehow even more insatiable than before.

Ivan’s momentum falters for a beat, only for him to drop his face to my neck, where he buries more of his sounds and struggles to hold back.

The longer we stay like that, pressed together and urgently chasing the end while everything else ceases to exist, the more it blends together in a seamless moment of unfiltered indulgence. The more I start to fray at the edges, on the brink of toppling at any moment, the more my body responds to his.

Then, with a stifled sound, Ivan drops a hand between us, rubbing at the apex of my thighs. “Come for me.”

The urgency in his voice and his movements is all it takes for me to completely fall apart, unable to hold back.

My thighs clench with the culmination of friction and pleasure, breath catching from how hard it hits me, then, with a deep arch of my back off the cushions, I release.

Ivan grunts at the constriction around him, thrusts coming to a sudden stop as he follows right after me, enduring those brutal waves. Warmth moves between us while he fills me, breath brushing along my neck in quick pants. He stays close in the wake of it, letting me feel the quickened beat of his heart against my chest without being too crushing.

After a quiet moment of us regaining ourselves while we stay lying out on the couch, Ivan sighs against my skin, sounding deeply satisfied now. “You are a dangerous, dangerous woman.”

Despite how boneless I feel now, I chuckle, finding the position too comfortable to want to leave. Arms loosely draped around him now, my fingers idly run up and down his back. “It sounds like we have a lot in common then.”

He hums, kissing along my jaw before hovering his lips above mine, looking thoroughly spent. “You’re damn right we do. That also means you’re stuck with me.”

Heart syncing up with his, I smile, managing to steal a quick kiss. “How will I ever survive?”

With a gentle laugh, Ivan captures my lips in retaliation, but neither of us pulls away at first, letting it linger.

And in that warm, intimate space, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

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