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With his other hand, he trails a path of fire down my spine until it reaches its destination: my ass. He squeezes lightly before trailing lower still until his palm rests firmly at the base of one plump cheek, once again pulling me closer to him. A quiver races through me at his touch, but I don't pull away. Instead, I lean further into him and let my free hand find its way to his cock, still rock hard against my stomach.
His hips buck forward, his cock sliding away from my grip and between my legs. Ivan is always in control, always the onedirecting every movement. He rarely seems to want me to touch him. I moan as his hardness brushes against my inner thigh, shivering with pleasure. Slowly, I reach back out and wrap my hand around him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, appreciating the thickness of him in my palm.
Lifting up on my toes, I brush my lips along his neck and jawline, inhaling deeply. Ivan’s chest rises and falls in a deep inhalation before he turns his head and kisses me deeply. Thoroughly.
My fingers tighten around his girth.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper, fastening my gaze on the tattoos decorating his chest. “Need you to prove that I’m yours, that I’m here, that—”
Cupping my chin, he forces me to meet his eyes. “You belong to me, Vivi. I’ll always come for you, always find you.” A tear traces its way down my cheek, partially obscured by the fall of water. Ivan sees it anyway and tracks its path with a single finger. “But you should know that I belong to you, as well.”
I nod and gulp, my breath hitching in my throat. There’s no more talking after that. Grabbing my legs, Ivan lifts me in a single effortless move, wrapping my thighs around him as he presses me into the tile for leverage. Our wet skin slides together, making a slick sound that echoes around the small enclosure. My fingers curl around his shaft tighter, guiding him to where I need him most.
He positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside, both of us groaning as he slides home. We sink into each other, theunfamiliar sensation of the position exhilarating and terrifying all at once. My inner walls clamp down around him, and he holds still, giving me a moment to relax and accept his intrusion before slowly easing out and back in.
Gripping my ass, Ivan lowers his forehead to mine as I clutch his shoulders, and he pumps himself into me at a languid pace. I arch my back and curl my hips upward and into him, moaning out loud as our bodies move together in sync, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sound of slapping skin fills the air with every push and retreat, water droplets splashing onto our faces. We don't care, losing ourselves in each other beneath the running water.
My breasts brush against his chest with every breath I take, my nipples tightening to painful points at the barely-there stimulation.
“It’s too much—”
“Never too much,” he grunts as I bite my bottom lip, and he pulls me down harder against him. “It’ll never be enough.”
His thrusts deepen, and I gasp as he hits that sweet spot inside me. I moan into his mouth, arching my back further, inviting him in. His hand slides up my spine, caressing the nape of my neck and sending goosebumps over my skin. I dig my nails into his shoulders, urging him on without words.
Harder.
Faster.
I don’t know whether the moisture glistening on our flesh is sweat or water. I’m on fire, burning from the inside out, Ivan’s stubble grazing against my chin as he leans down to kiss my neck, whispering words in Russian that drive me higher.
My heart pounds within my chest as I push back against him with urgency, meeting his movements with equal fervor. Pressure coils within me, a sweet, aching tension spiraling tighter and tighter within my core.
“So…close…” I pant out. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
I dig my fingernails into his skin, holding on tight as if he’s my lifeline, the only thing keeping me here. One of his hands finds its way between us to stroke my clit, while the other holds me tight against the wall. My response is sudden and immediate; I shudder beneath his touch, my walls clenching around him as the pressure unfurls in a bright, brilliant explosion.
I think I scream.
As I go tense beneath him and then limp, Ivan slows his thrusts ever so slightly, then speeds up. He jerks against me and then pumps into me fiercely, his grip on my body painful as he comes.
I lay my head in the crook of his neck and hold him loosely around the shoulders, exhausted. His hands roam over my body sweetly, lovingly even, as we catch our breath. Reaching out, he cuts the water off, then grabs a towel from where he’d tossedone earlier over the top of the shower door. He wraps it around my back and walks, still snugly seated within me, out of the bathroom and to the bed.
I lie still, eyes closed, as he dabs the water from my skin with the fluffy towel, then tucks me beneath the thick down coverlet. The single light goes out, and the bed dips as he climbs in and settles, half-covering me and dropping kisses like sparks over my body.
I thread my fingers through his hair and lie still, savoring the moment.
After a while, when he lies still against me, I find words.
“What comes next, Ivan?”
His hand sweeps over my flank and dips between my legs, finding me wet again. “I have many ideas, my pet.”
A half-laugh escapes me, and I shove against his shoulder. “Not with me. With everything. Azrael. The war. Everything.”
The air in the hotel room grows heavy, and Ivan releases a sigh into the darkness. “Those are problems for later. Right now, all I want is to take care of you.”
In the half-light from the bathroom, I see a wicked expression cross his face. He tosses the covers back and moves down the length of my body, his large hands sliding beneath my buttocks and spreading me apart. He smiles, then lowers his lips and sucks my clit into his mouth. I buck against him, my fingers twisting into his hair.
