Chapter 22 - Mila
Ivan is everywhere, overloading my senses in the best ways possible.
My pulse races while he grips me, one hand dropping to my waist as he kisses me so deeply that I almost feel dizzy.
There’s no resistance left in me now, not when I’m drowning in my need for more. For him.
Every inch of my body feels like it’s on fire, and it’s so addicting that I can’t pull away, even if I should. Instead, it’s almost impossible to pull away now.
With my back against the wall, no part of me wants to move, especially not while Ivan seems like he’d rather die than let this moment pass.
I know I should be second-guessing this, given where we are, but I don’t.
Instead, I’m grabbing him all the same, deepening the kiss to an almost obscene degree.
When he reaches for my hips, fingers slowly teasing beneath the slit in my dress, the reminder pops into my head, and I hesitate.
“Ivan…” I murmur against his lips, shivering beneath the heated touch. “We shouldn’t.”
“Says who?” He asks, hardly pausing long enough to get the words out.
I huff, fighting the urge to laugh at how ridiculous his response is. But he just takes the opportunity to kiss me harder, sliding his hands higher.
When his fingers brush over my curves, I shudder.
“You’re relentless…”
“I’m losing my mind,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss long enough to mouth at my neck. He presses his hips forward, letting me feel just how worked up he is. “And I’m taking you with me.”
My eyes drift shut as sparks of warmth travel across my skin, making my body feel like it’s coming to life again. I hum. “And if someone hears us?”
“They won’t,” Ivan insists, pushing further until his hands find purchase in my panties, hooking into the fabric. His open-mouthed kisses against my neck send wave after wave of warmth through me, straight to my core. “And if they do, it doesn’t matter. I partially own the place.”
I want to scoff at how arrogant a statement it is, but my breath hitches once he latches onto my pulse point in time with a roll of his hips, making any potential retort die on my tongue.
The friction between our bodies is enough to put the thought out of my mind, and without hesitation, now, I reach for his clothes.
Ivan pulls away just enough to watch as I untuck his button-up from his waistband, grabbing his belt next. Unfiltered desire passes through his eyes then, and without missing a beat, he shrugs off his suit jacket before helping me.
Too eager to take it slow, we both move frantically, pulling fabric until he’s free from the confines of his briefs, and his lips are back on mine again, devouring me.
My head spins as he grabs my underwear again, easing it down my thighs while our lips meld, high on the scorching heat between us. I shiver as his skin brushes against mine before helping and letting the lace drop. He grabs at me, groaning against my lips.
“If I were a more patient man, I’d draw this out,” Ivan mutters, giving my lower lip a light nip before bringing a hand to my core. His fingers brush against me, and a low sound escapes his chest. “But you’ve pushed me to this…and I’m not feeling patient anymore.”
I suck in a breath at the contact, overwhelmed by the immediate pleasure it brings me, and it’s like the first time all over again.
“Then don’t be patient…not right now.”
Ivan grins against my lips as he gives several slow, deliberate circles against my clit, making my hips jolt slightly. “Already ahead of you.”
My eyes flutter shut as he brushes over me, wasting no time feeling just how ready I am for him.
It’s almost pathetic, really. I’ve held myself back for so long that kissing him is all it takes.
Though the low rumble in his chest tells me he likes that all too much.
“Christ…turn, Mila,” he utters, body taut from having to hold himself back.
Not needing to be told twice, I do exactly that, turning until my palms flatten against the back of the door. My breath hits the smooth surface as my pulse thrums in anticipation, no longer caring where we are or how this most definitely shouldn’t be happening.
Then I catch rustling behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at him, finding Ivan procuring a condom from his wallet.
“Isn’t it a little late for that?”
“Yeah, definitely,” he murmurs, pulling in a breath as he rolls it on himself with his pants slouched around his hips and thighs before moving back in. Holding my waist, he presses a rushed kiss to my neck. “I might be impatient, but I’m enough of a gentleman not to make a complete mess.”
I shiver slightly at that, and another wave of heat hits me. “Fair enough…”
Hands slipping under my dress again, he pushes it up, revealing more of my skin as he closes the remaining distance, guiding my hips back a bit.
“Think you can be quiet enough?” Ivan asks with a teasing lilt to his words as he eases forward, brushing himself against me.
That friction and the promise of what’s to come are enough to make my legs feel weak, and I bite back a moan. “Can you?”
He chuckles at that, and I can sense his smirk without having to look. “Guess we’ll see.”
Before I can snap at him impatiently, he pushes forward. I pull in a sharp breath, then I let it out with a soft moan as heat courses through me.
Ivan groans, slipping inside me with little to no resistance, grip on my hips tightening. Despite how eager he is, he goes slowly, being surprisingly mindful.
Once he sinks to the hilt, neither of us moves at first, both perfectly still as we savor the immediate pleasure. Then, he shifts his hold on me before withdrawing enough to roll forward again, making us both groan.
“Fuck, Mila,” Ivan utters, body shielding mine from behind as he uses one arm to brace himself against the door while the other keeps me in place. His forehead drops to my shoulder as he eases forward again, causing my hips to twitch. “How did we go this long?”
My jaw slackens as his slow but purposeful thrusts deepen, fingers digging into the wood beneath them. “It was stupid of us…”
“Agreed,” he rasps, gradually picking up the pace while struggling to hold back his own pleasured sounds. “Don’t shut me out again. Please…please don’t.”
The uncharacteristic pleading in his tone almost sends me over the edge alone, and as his hand finds mine, interlocking our fingers, a louder moan slips from my lips.
“I won’t,” I murmur, breath hitching through his committed pace. I bite my lip to keep from being too loud. “I swear.”
At that, Ivan groans, panting softly against my hair now as he focuses on his movements, body taut behind me.
The persistent sensations he sends through me feel more like scorching heat burning me up from the inside out, making it almost impossible to keep myself upright. I try so hard to keep quiet, but each time he surges forward, the sounds escape me instinctively.
When my moans start pitching higher, Ivan curses under his breath and moves his hand from the door to my mouth, covering it gently.
“As much as I want to hear you, this isn’t the place,” he murmurs, voice strained as he repositions himself, guiding me into more of an arch against him.
My groan muffles against his palm as the shift in position forces him deeper, and I clench around him instinctively.
He grunts at that, giving an almost breathless chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
The praise nearly undoes me completely, filling my head with a warm fog, making me lose myself in the way he takes me.
This wasn’t exactly how I pictured us getting closer after everything, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to care. Not when it feels this good.
The more he thrusts, the more frantic we both become, unable to avoid just how much we need release, and each other.
Time blurs into irrelevance while he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and when I can’t take it anymore, everything in me tenses.
Heat simmers low in my gut, inner walls fluttering as it hits me at once.
I gasp into his hand while it washes over me, feeling as bliss collides into me, and I release with a strained sound. That haze in my head only deepens, washing me in such intense euphoria that nothing else matters.
Not long after, his hips falter, and I’m brought closer to his body while mine go slack with relief.
A rough groan tears from Ivan as his fingers tighten against my hips, and he tenses, hitting the precipice with a final thrust. He keeps me still as he shudders, arm slipping around my front now through the pulse of release.
Eventually, he relaxes, cheek pressed against the top of my head while he catches his breath. We stand there for a while, gradually coming back down, now in no rush.
Ivan pulls in a deep breath, moving to press a soft kiss to my neck, and he murmurs, voice rough, “Just wait until we get home.”
Regardless of just orgasming moments ago, my stomach flips at the prospect, well aware of the promise hidden in those words.
Knowing him, it’ll be a long night.