Till Death Saves Me (Forced Mafia Marriages)

21. Ivan

21

IVAN

I carry Virginia into the house, her body pressed against mine. My heart pounds, a mix of relief and something deeper I can't quite name. As I set her down in the living room, my hands linger on her waist, unwilling to break contact.

"You're safe now," I murmur, my voice rougher than I intend.

She looks up at me, her brown eyes wide and vulnerable. "Ivan, I?—"

I cut her off with a kiss, pouring every ounce of fear and longing I've felt into it. She responds immediately, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses closer.

When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in. The realization hits me like a freight train—I'm completely, utterly fucked. This woman, who I once saw as nothing more than a liability, has become everything to me.

"I thought I'd lost you," I admit, the words scraping my throat.

Virginia’s hand cups my cheek, her touch impossibly gentle. "You found me. You always find me."

Something inside me breaks at her words. I pull her into my arms again, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. It's like she was made for me, and I for her.

"I'm never letting you go again," I vow, my lips brushing her ear. "You hear me, Virginia? Never."

She shivers in my arms, nodding against my chest. "Good," she whispers. "Because I don't want you to."

The surge of emotion that courses through me is overwhelming. I've spent so long fighting this, denying what I feel for her. But now, holding her close, I can't remember why I ever resisted.

I'm happy. Fucking happy. The realization should terrify me, but instead, it fills me with a warmth I've never known.

Needing to feel her, I kiss her again, deep and passionate. Pushing her lips apart, I devour her. It's intense, a raw need driving me. My hands grip her hips, pulling her against me. I can feel her heart racing, matching mine beat for beat. She tastes like sweet vanilla, and I can't get enough.

I lift her, those long legs wrapping around my waist. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer. I force myself to pull back, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. "Virginia, are you?—"

"Fuck me, Ivan," she begs, her voice a husky whisper that sends a jolt straight to my cock. " Please , I need it."

I groan, capturing her mouth again. "Anything," I murmur against her lips. "I will give you anything as long as you ask like that."

She rips her shirt off, exposing smooth, dark skin that I can't resist touching. My hands glide up her back, unhooking her bra with ease. Her breasts spill free, and I dip my head, capturing one nipple in my mouth. She gasps, arching against me.

I carry her upstairs, her fingers working at my belt as I bring my lips back up to hers. When we reach my room, I set her gently on the bed, kicking off my pants and ripping away my shirt. She shucks off her shorts, leaving her bare and unbelievably beautiful. My cock aches at the sight of her.

Virginia reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my length. There's no hesitation there, and I love that she is overcome with her need for me that she isn't even thinking, just doing.

She licks her palm and pumps it up and down my length, and I groan, thrusting into her touch. Damn, she is good. Though anything this woman does to me is going to be fucking perfect.

She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. "I need you in me, Ivan."

Fuck. I couldn't deny her if I tried. I scoop her up, settling her on top of me as I lie back on the bed. I know she's got to be sore from earlier — though I can't think about that or I'll fucking lose it — and I don't want to hurt her. This way, she controls the pace, the depth, and nothing presses on her already sore spots.

Hesitating, she looks down at me, and I see a flash of uncertainty. "Ivan…I've never-"

I shake my head at her, reaching up to cup her face. "Do what makes you feel good. I just need to fucking feel you or I will go out of my goddamn mind. Don't think about it."

"But-"

I smack her ass and she yelps. "Do what I say," I growl out and her eyes light up. "Fuck me. However you want. I just. Want. You."

She braces her hands on my chest, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of my hips. I grip her waist, guiding her as she lowers herself onto me. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she takes me in, inch by inch.

She's tight, wet, perfect. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. This is her show. Her pace. Her control. And fuck if it isn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"God, I love taking you bare," I moan out. "I've never felt anything better."

Virginia’s fingers dig into my chest, her nails scratching lightly as she rocks against me. The sensation of her, hot and slick around my cock, is fucking exquisite.

"Yes," she pants as she starts to move. "Yes, I love feeling you inside of me."

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to take control, to flip her over and pound into her until she screams. But this is her show, her rhythm, and I'm fucking loving it.

"You feel so damn good, malyshka," I mutter, my voice rough with need. "So tight, so wet. You love riding my cock, don't you?"

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she grinds against me. "Yes," she gasps. "God, yes, Ivan."

I grip her face, pulling her down until our eyes are inches apart, until we're breathing the same air. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips swollen from my kisses. Fuck, she's beautiful like this, wild and free.

"That's it," I groan, my hips flexing up to meet hers. "Take all of me. Every fucking inch."

She whimpers, her pace quickening. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tightly as she rides me faster, harder. The sound of hips driving down against mine is going to make me fucking crazy — and more addicted than I already am.

"You drive me insane," I groan as she swirls her hips at the base before gliding back up. "You make me want to pump you full of my cum, to breed you and make you forever stuck with me."

She gives me a lust-filled grin. "I already am."

Sliding my free hand up, I tweak her nipple, sucking in the moan that escapes her. "I want more."

And I do. I want to stuff her inside of me. I want to break open my ribs and keep her right there with my heart. There's no fucking reason for it to beat without her anymore.

I have officially lost my mind.

And I don't want it back.

"Ivan," she pants, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm close. So close."

I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I guide her movements, helping her find that perfect rhythm, that sweet spot that'll send her flying.

"You wanna come?" I growl, my eyes locked onto hers. "You wanna come all over my cock, malyshka?"

She nods frantically, her breath hitching. "Yes. Please , Ivan. Make me come."

I thrust up into her, deep and hard. Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. I can feel her orgasm building, her inner muscles clenching around me, squeezing me tighter and tighter.

"That's it," I grunt, my own release barreling down on me. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock."

And then she's there, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. She throws her head back, a cry ripping from her throat as she comes, hard and intense.

The sight of her, the sound of her, the feel of her—it's too much.

"Shit. Are you trying to fucking make me come?" She groans, nodding, still lost in the throes of her orgasm. "You want that? You want me spilling into you?"

"Please." My balls draw up at the whine in her voice. "I want you to fill me up, to bury so deep inside of me that I can't get you out."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

A dark chuckle escapes me as heat pours through my body, my orgasm already brimming. "I'll fucking give you that."

I grip her hips tighter, slamming up into her as my own orgasm hits. I groan, filling her, pumping rope after rope of cum into her tight, wet heat.

"Fuck, Virginia," I grunt, my body shaking with the force of my release. "Take it all. Take every fucking drop."

She collapses onto my chest, her body limp and sated. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both come down from the high. Our hearts pound in sync, our breaths mingling as we cling to each other.

In this moment, there's no Bratva, no Red Serpents, no fucking world outside this room. There's just us—and it feels real. More than I ever thought it could. And as I hold her, as I feel her heart beat against mine, I know—I fucking know—that I'm never letting her go.