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CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE:
Sophia’s POV:
I tried to ignore the sting at being rejected as I eyed him curiously. “What do you mean, ‘you can’t do this’ What is wrong?”
Silence.
Instead, he got up from the bed, raking a hand through his hair, tugging on its strands as he paced the room. A wounded expression on his face as he did so.
What was this weird behavior about?
I rose from the bed too, ignoring the way my body still hummed with arousal and denied pleasure. I stalked over to him, cautiously, placing a hand on his arm. “Ivan?”
Was he upset?
Dark blue eyes flickered to mine, but instead of anger they held… pain? That can’t be right.
“Talk to me please,” I urged softly
But he cleared his throat, trying to mask his expression as he released his hands, reaching up to cup my face. “I’m sorry, solnyshko. I was just tired.”
Tired?
That’s the lamest excuse ever, I-
Wait… a thought crossed my mind. It couldn’t be what I was thinking right? My heart dropped to my stomach like a lead. I pulled away from his hold, anger surging inside me. “Are you no longer attracted to me? You’ve had your fill of me and so you’ve found someone else and now you’re discarding me?” I snapped.
A frown marred his gorgeous face. “Why would you think that?”
“You acting weird! You rejected me! That’s enough proof.” I scoffed bitterly, wrapping my arms around my middle hoping to protect myself from the miserable way I was feeling. It would be so mortifying if I let the tears fall now.
He took a step forward and I moved back. “Don’t come any closer!”
But he did anyway, like the stubborn mule he was. I kept moving backward until my back met the cool, hard wall behind me and Ivan caged me in.
His eyes were hard, jaw set. My eyes widened when he grind his erection against my stomach. “Does this feel like I’m not attracted to you? I’m insanely attracted to you, milaya, and if I had my way, I would be fucking you every day, any time.”
“Then why? Why would you reject me?”
Silence.
But he kept fidgeting, sadness clouded his features…
And then it dawned on me… Anger flared inside me. “You think I’m fragile or weak?”
He sighed deeply. ” That’s not what I meant, solnyshko.”
I huffed, crossing my arms. “Then prove it.”
“I just think we should take some time off for now.”
“Why? Because I was sexually assaulted? You think I’m damaged?”
His head reared back like I’d slapped him. Then his hands came up to cup my cheeks. “No, never. I don’t think you’re damaged. I don’t just want you to regret it after.”
“I won’t!” I stomped my foot like a petulant child, shoving him so hard he landed on the bed.
One by one, I started to rip off my clothes until I was completely naked. He sat up on the bed, watching me curiously, but the lust in those dark-blue orbs were undeniable.
I moved, climbing onto his laps. “Fuck me, Ivan. It’s been so long. I want you to fuck me senseless.”
“Princess, I-”
“I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped. “I am perfectly fine and I’ve missed you like crazy, please.”
Reaching up, I threaded my fingers through his silky hair, needing to touch him. God, this man. He turned me on like no one else in the entire world.
He snatched my wrist and pulled my hand away from him. In a split second, he maneuvered us, tossing me on the bed. He looked over me, his eyes dark with lust. “If we do this, I do it my way. Hands behind your head.”
White-hot arousal shot through me, his dominance my drug, and I hurried to obey. The position put my body at an awkward angle, with my tits thrust up and out, hardened nipples jutting out on full display. Then he slid lower, slowly until he was between my legs, his palms against the back of my thighs as he used it as a leverage to spread me open for him. His mouth hovering just where I needed him most.
“Please…,” I whispered, unable to take one second more. “Please, Ivan.”
That was all he needed to hear, apparently, because his mouth latched onto me like he was starving. Like my body was his food and he’d been deprived for years. My back bowed, pleasure rippling through my limbs at his assault, his lips and tongue wild as they sucked and licked, and I could only lie on the bed and take it. I was forced to take the pleasure he gave me and return none of it, but his growls and sighs into my flesh told me he loved it every bit as much as I did.
Using the flat of his tongue, he massaged my clit, then drew it into his mouth to suck on it. Sweat broke out on my forehead and my thighs trembled. The tension was almost too much to take. Ribbons of lust were coiling inside my belly, but there was no relief, no gentleness coming from this man. It was almost like a punishment. Death by amazing head.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he said, nuzzling me with his nose. “You taste so fucking delicious, luchik.”
God, his words did things to my insides. Everything throbbed. I was so fucking close. “Don’t stop now, please.”
Two long, thick fingers worked inside my quivering, drenched hole, filling and stretching me in the best kind of way. It pinched, the fit a tight one after so long, but I welcomed the burn as the digits tunneled inside me. “Fuck, Ivan,” I breathed, and the glorious pressure of his fingers nearly made my eyes cross.
When I couldn’t hold back anymore, my hips started to move on their own, fucking myself on his fingers as a hand came down to clutch at his dark hair.
But my movements halted abruptly when he nipped at my swollen clit. I pressed my toes into the bed, the pain intense and bright behind my eyelids. “Fuck!” I shouted, and the ache quickly ebbed into a burst of pleasure. He gave the nub soft kisses, as if apologizing, and I panted, nearly sobbing, with the need to come.
He stood abruptly, pulling me up with him and in a daze, I let him lead me to the two-seater sofa in my room. He positioned me over the arm of the sofa, face down with my ass in the air. I heard his zipper and half a beat later his cock met my twitching hole. He shoved in without warning and the force of it moved the sofa across the wooden floor several inches. We both froze, and I struggled to breathe. He felt huge and perfect, the stretch painful but necessary, like he was a part of me. God, I had missed this.
He stroked my shoulder blades, my spine. I was completely naked while he was clothed. Was he aware of how much that turned me on? Knowing Ivan, yes.
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me down, and I melted, more than ready for his dominance to take me to where nothing else mattered except having his cock inside me.
He began fucking me then, hard and rough thrusts of his hips, the best kind of punishment. I soared, the pleasure lifting me, replacing everything inside my head until my skin began tingling with an impending orgasm. Moaning, I floated, my pussy was his to do with whatever he pleased. My climax hovered just out of reach, and I started shaking, my muscles trembling as I made nonsensical noises, and he finally reached around to pinch my clit.
White-hot sparks raced through me and I shouted, my walls clenching around his dick as I came. It went on and on, and my vision went dark for a second.
He withdrew and I immediately missed the feel of him. Coming around to the front, he sat down, that glorious dick on full display. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing at all and settled me on his lap, facing him. He reached between us and lined himself up at my entrance, then put a hand on my hip, bringing me down to engulf him. When I had swallowed up his entire length, he stretched his arms along the back of the sofa and waited.
Shit, he was sexy, yes. But like this? He looked like a goddamn king.
His gaze burned hot as it trailed over my body, my breasts, but he didn’t touch me. He still hadn’t removed his clothes, either, other than to free his cock. I wanted to rub up against him like a cat, nip and bite him, lick and suck him everywhere. I began rolling my hips, working his dick in and out of me, slow and sinuous, giving him a show.
The muscle in his jaw jumped, his chest rising and falling as I moved, grinding and gyrating, molding my tits with my hands. I presented him with a breast and he leaned forward to take the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until I gasped. He released me and sat back again, watching me.
I started moving faster, and I soon felt another orgasm gathering at the base of my spine. I chased it, pulling him in deeper, and my lids drifted closed, my palms braced on his knees for leverage, as I rocked and rocked . . .
“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Fuck.”
I could hear his heavy breathing, feel the tremble of his thighs under me. Then the pleasure broke, my body convulsing as I came a second time. It was less intense than the first but went on longer, like a gentle wave. Ivan threw his head back and exhaled a few times, every muscle in his body growing taut just before I felt him expand inside of me. He groaned, his cock jerking as he clutched the sofa back, the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief.
Exhausted, I dropped onto his chest and tried to catch my breath, our bodies still connected. We stayed like that for a long time.