Till Death Saves Me (Forced Mafia Marriages)

29. Ginny

29

GINNY

I can't keep my hands off Ivan. I'm relieved when we get home because I considered straddling him in the back of that car.

The fear that had gripped me while he was gone dissolves into desperate need. I'm so glad he's okay, so relieved to have him back with me.

As he kisses me again, my fingers trace the rough stubble on his jaw, the hard lines of his shoulders, reassuring myself that he's really here, alive and solid beneath my touch.

Ivan's good arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into a deep, consuming kiss. His lips are hungry, urgent, echoing the desperation I feel.

He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me towards the stairs. I dig my hands into his hair, letting him consume me as he moves slow and sure up to his room.

I bury my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and gunpowder that clings to his skin. His heartbeat throbs against my cheek, steady and strong, a testament to his indomitable will. I cling to him, unable to let a single inch of my skin be separated from his.

As we reach the top of the stairs, Ivan's grip tightens, his fingers digging into my ass. I welcome the pressure, the sting grounding me, reminding me that this is real. He's real. We're here, together, and nothing else matters.

He carries me into his room, kicking the door shut behind us. The setting sun casts long shadows across the dark wood floor, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. Ivan sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist as he searches my face, his blue-gray eyes intense and piercing.

"Malyshka," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.

It's all he says, all he needs to say. I hear the echo of my own feelings in that single word - relief, desire, love. I reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He leans into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine.

His hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. I shiver, my breath hitching as he leans down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. This one is slower, deeper, filled with a longing that steals my breath and sets my heart racing.

I press against him, my body molding to his, fitting perfectly against his hard lines and sharp angles. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, his good hand tangling in my hair. I can feel his heart beating in time with mine, the rhythm steady and sure.

Ivan's hands are steady, assured, as they slide my shirt off, fingers tracing my spine, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I mirror his movements, unbuttoning his shirt, careful of his injured shoulder. His eyes, dark and hungry, never leave mine as we undress each other, piece by piece, until we're bare, vulnerable.

He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me closer, his good hand gripping my hip. "Come here," he growls, guiding me to straddle his face.

I gasp at the first touch of his tongue, hot and insistent. He licks, sucking my clit between his lips, his stubble grazing my inner thighs.

I brace myself on his chest, hips rolling, chasing the pleasure only he can give. His fingers dig into my ass, holding me in place as he devours me, his tongue circling, flicking, driving me wild. I can feel the tension coiling, the heat building. I'm close, so close. And I want him so bad.

"Ivan," I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

He hums in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. I lean forward, taking his cock in my hand, stroking him in time with the movements of his tongue. He's hard, velvet over steel, and I feel a thrill of power knowing I do this to him.

I dip my head, licking the precum beading at his tip. He tastes salty, musky, all man. I take him deeper, swirling my tongue around his shaft, mimicking his movements on me. He groans, the sound vibrating against my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge.

I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, my hand working the base of his cock. His hips buck, his fingers tightening on my skin. I can feel his desperation, his need, matching my own. I'm so close, my body tensing, my breath hitching.

We both need this, this grounding. The fear, the worry, it's lingering, and I want to drown it in the feeling of my husband. In the man who I love and who loves me — something so unbelievable, I need to save it.

Ivan sucks my clit hard, flicking his tongue over it until I'm falling, shattering, my orgasm crashing through me as I cry out around his cock. He thrusts up, his hot cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, taking everything he gives me, as he groans, working me down from my orgasm.

When I finally come down, I turn around, straddling Ivan's hips, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. I lean down, kissing him deeply, his lips parting to let me in. He tastes like me, and it's such a turn on, I groan.

"Good girl," he murmurs against my lips, his voice a low growl. "You're such a perfect little wife, aren't you?"

I smile, rocking my hips against his, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me. "I love how you're always hard for me," I moan, my voice barely a whisper.

His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back so he can look into my eyes. "I'm always ready to fuck you, malyshka," he says, his voice dark and intense. "If you ever need a reminder of how you're fucking made for me, just say the word."

I gasp, my hips moving faster, grinding against him as I feel the wetness pooling between my legs. He pulls my hair tighter, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck, kissing and biting until I'm panting with need.

"You feel that?" he growls, sliding his free hand gripping my ass, guiding me as I rock against him. "You feel how fucking hard you make me?"

"Yes," I moan, my voice breathy and desperate. "I feel it. I feel you."

He kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming me, possessing me. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.

"Be a good girl," he whispers, his voice ragged with desire. "Sink down on my cock. Show me how much you want it."

I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance. I'm so wet, so ready, but he's big, and I have to take it slow. I lower myself onto him, inch by inch, feeling the delicious stretch as he fills me completely.

"Oh, God," I moan, my head falling back as I finally take all of him. "You feel so good."

Ivan's good hand grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guides me up and down, setting a slow, torturous pace. "That's it," he says, his voice strained with effort. "Fuck me just like that. Take what's yours."

I do as he says, riding him, taking him deep, feeling the pleasure building with each thrust. His dirty words fill my ears, pushing me higher, making me wild with need. I never want this to end. I never want to stop feeling this way, connected to him, consumed by him.

He sits up, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me close as he thrusts up into me, hitting a spot so deep it makes me see stars. "Ivan," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh God, Ivan."

"That's right," he growls, his voice rough and possessive. "Say my name. Let me hear you scream it."

Ivan's fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me. Each thrust is hard, demanding, filling me completely. I meet him stroke for stroke, my body moving in sync with his, driven by a primal need that matches his intensity.

His voice is a low growl, a constant stream of filthy words that send shivers down my spine. "You feel that? You feel how fucking deep I am?" He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust, making me gasp. "Your pussy is mine. Only mine."

I can only moan in response, my breath coming in short pants as he claims me, owns me. His hips move like a piston, relentless, driving me higher and higher. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a raw, carnal symphony.

His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're going to come for me, Virginia. You're going to come all over my cock like the good little wife you are."

His words push me to the edge. I can feel the tension coiling in my belly, the heat building between my thighs. I'm so close, so fucking close.

"Ivan," I cry out, my voice hoarse with need. "Oh God, Ivan, I'm going to—I'm going to?—"

"Good," he growls, his thrusts becoming even more intense. "Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name."

And I do. I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing around him. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Ivan roars, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he finds his own release. He pumps into me, filling me with his heat, his cock pulsing with each wave of his climax.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of our hearts. "I love you so much, Ivan."

He lifts his head, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I love you too, Virginia," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "I fucking love you."

His hands slide down to my ass, gripping me tightly as he grinds against me, wringing out the last of our shared pleasure. His lips find mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, pouring all of his love into me.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark with desire and something more—a fierce possessiveness that sends a thrill through me.

"I can't wait to see you carrying my child," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fuck you every second of every day until I'm certain you're pregnant. Until everyone knows that you're mine."

And the thought turns me on.

Ivan leans back, pulling me with him. I curl up on his chest, his cock still buried inside of me. But I'm not ready to let go of him.

I snuggle closer to Ivan, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, sending pleasant shivers through me. I'm still catching my breath, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

"Virginia," Ivan says, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear.

I lift my head to look at him, surprised by the serious tone in his voice. "Yes?"

His blue-gray eyes lock onto mine, intense and determined. "All your stuff is getting moved into my room tomorrow."

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really?"

He nods, his jaw set. "You're sleeping in my bed from now on. I can't stand you being that far away from me anymore."

A smile tugs at my lips. It's so unlike the cold, aloof Ivan I first met to be this openly affectionate. I can't resist teasing him a little. "We're in the same house, you know."

His arm tightens around me, pulling me impossibly closer. "It's not good enough," he growls.

I laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Okay, okay. I'm not complaining. I like being close to you too."

Ivan's hand comes up to cup my face, tilting it so I'm looking at him again. His eyes are softer now, filled with an emotion that makes my heart skip a beat. "I mean it, malyshka. I want you here, with me, always."

The intensity in his voice, the raw honesty in his eyes, it overwhelms me. I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away. "I want that too," I whisper.

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, there's a hint of a smile on his face. "Good. Because I wasn't really giving you a choice."

I laugh, swatting his chest playfully. "There's the bossy Ivan I know and love."