He shifts his hips and, without letting go of my hands, he fills me again.
“f**k,” he whispers against my neck. “How do you feel this good? How is it like this?”
I shake my head. I truly have no idea. Every time Ivan touches me, I’m amazed at how well we fit together.
There’s been so many lies and charades from the beginning of our story. But this… this is real. This heat building between us means more than a ring and a sheet of paper ever could. It’s a commitment. Because nothing will ever be better than this. After being with him, how could I ever settle for anything less?
It has to be him.
His hands clench around mine and I know he’s close. I arch back, meeting his thrusts so the sound of us coming together echoes off the tiles. The new angle leaves heat pooling low in my belly.
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