Chapter 125

The next time he kissed me, he bit me hard. I felt pain, but no remorse.

I gathered enough coordination between those tingles of pleasure that left me relaxed, hungry, and without strength to look for his face again and hold it with both hands. Leaning my forehead against his, I whispered:

“I am here with you,” I told him, confident. “Enjoy it, as much as I do; I’m with you.”

Maybe my words struck a deep chord within him, because Ivan growled something I didn’t understand, and he thrust into me harder. I felt like screaming, but I only let out a long, burning moan. It felt good, more than good! I buried my fingers in his hair, and let him take control of me as he pleased. I felt closer and closer to the inexorable end. Hot. So intense. I moaned and writhed under his weight, under the kiss and the pressure of his tongue on my nipples. Everything contributed, all at the same time. I was going to explode. The familiar sensation, the path to the maximum of pleasures, w