Chapter 301: The Devil’s Mercy
Warning: Mature content ahead!
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[Music recommendation: PIXIE-T - Kiss My Knuckles]
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He leaned in until his lips were a mere breath away from hers, his voice dropping to a dangerous, jagged whisper. "You are running out of time, baby. I am teetering on the edge of losing it. Either you lose this battle, or I will."
The burning intensity in his eyes made his meaning clear: the battle he fought was against the bloodlust and rage simmering in his veins, but the battle Eve was losing was against her own insatiable desire.
They stared into each other’s eyes, lips so close they almost brushed, their ragged breaths mingling in the heavy air as they waited to see who would break first.
But the sly devil had never intended to play fair. He shattered the stillness by pressing his finger against her sensitive nub once more, only this time in a slow, torturous circular motion that caused Eve’s final restraints to snap.
"Fine!" she gasped, her voice thick with a mixture of exasperation and raw need. "I want....your cock inside me. Now Ivan!"
Eve clearly saw his pupils dilate at the bold words she uttered, and something snapped in his eyes far too quickly. It was the thin thread of his restraint, the sound of it breaking reverberating clearly in her mind.
Without any warning, he crashed his lips against hers with a hunger so wild it felt as though he had been starving for days. He devoured her mouth like a beast in heat, hard, relentless, and utterly all-consuming, as if trying to draw the very soul from her. His tongue plunged inside hers with reckless abandon, rubbing against it as though he were branding her as his own. He sucked on it so fiercely that Eve could not help but moan his name, a sound he swallowed whole.
All the while, his fingers continued to move against her swollen bud, and Eve could no longer remain still. She began grinding her hips against the hot, hard length perfectly aligned between her own, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. The sound only spurred her on, driving her to move against him more vigorously.
Ivan felt as though he were slowly losing his sanity against her movements. Knowing he couldn’t wait a second longer, he broke off their wild kiss. Panting heavily, his hands traveled upward in a swift, decisive motion; he gripped the edges of Eve’s gown where it hung loosely on her shoulders and yanked it down harshly, leaving her supple, soft curves on full display for his hungry eyes.
He turned her to face him, pinning her back against the marble counter. He leaned down, latching onto one breast and sucking so hard that a cry escaped Eve....a sharp, dizzying mix of pleasure and pain.
She instantly wrapped her hands around his head, threading her fingers through his soft, dark hair. When she tugged, Ivan let out a low, guttural growl. The sound vibrated against her skin, sounding impossibly seductive to her ears and fanning the flames already blazing within her.
His mouth and hands were so hot against her breasts that Eve felt as if she were melting into oblivion. When he twisted and pinched one of her sensitive peaks, the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"Oh God!" she moaned, the sound rising in the quiet room, only for Ivan to smash his lips against hers once again to stifle the noise.
"Shh....stay quiet, baby, or they’ll hear you," Ivan whispered against her lips. The reminder of the guards stationed just outside the door hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she realized how loud she had been. She looked at him in a panic, her chest heaving as she panted. "B-but what do we do? How can I-"
She trailed off when a wicked smirk flashed across his gorgeous face. He ravaged her lips again in a short, wild kiss and let her know, "I’ll help you."
That was all he murmured, his husky voice sending a tingle through her entire being. She realized she could do nothing but place her absolute trust in him. They continued to kiss like savages until they were both completely breathless.
When they finally parted to gasp for much-needed air, Eve was still dazed from the heat of the encounter. Ivan took that opportunity to lift her off the counter and turn her toward the mirror once again. Her hands rested subconsciously on the cold marble as she struggled to get her breathing under control, but she could feel the devil behind her already back at work.
She felt the cool air kiss her bare skin and looked through the mirror to see that Ivan had already bunched her gown up to her waist. He lifted a corner of the fabric and, looking up to meet her eyes, he brought the silk all the way to her mouth.
"Part those pretty lips, baby," he commanded.
Her blue eyes widened at the order, but he remained silent, waiting for her to obey. She complied, slowly parting her lips while staring straight into his molten gaze with her own glossy eyes. As she did, he brought the fabric closer, pressing the material against her tongue.
"Bite on it," came his next command in a husky rasp that made her insides pulse with need. Not wanting to keep either of them waiting a moment longer, Eve caught the silk of her gown between her teeth and bit down.
"That’s my good baby," he praised seductively. The approval in his voice sent a rush of heat through her; it thrilled her to know she had pleased him.
Ivan took a single step back to admire his handiwork for a heartbeat. His burning eyes raked over her slightly trembling form, and he couldn’t begin to describe just how intoxicating she looked right now.
Her eyes were glossy, with faint tears shimmering at the corners, her face flushed crimson, and her swollen, plump lips parted as she breathed heavily. Her beautiful brown hair, nearly undone from their heated activity, prompted Ivan to reach out and remove the pin holding it in place, allowing it to cascade down her back like a dark waterfall.
Her fair skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat that glistened like tiny diamonds under the soft moonlight filtering through the window. With her hands white-knuckled, gripping against the edge of the counter, her sexy, exposed back arched gracefully, her delicious, full breasts jutting forward in a silent plea for him to chomp on them.
Finally, his gaze dropped to the curve of her hips. Her shapely rear, framed by black lace, was thrust toward him, supported by her quivering, long legs. It was a breathtaking view. His sharp eyes could see she was already flooding with desire, an open invitation for him to finally drive into her and claim her over and over again.
His jaw clenched at the mouth-watering sight of her.....the only woman on the planet capable of eliciting such a primal reaction from him. He could take the distance no longer.
Stepping closer to her waiting form, Ivan lifted his hand once more. His elegant fingers trailed down the arch of her back, the light touch sending a fresh wave of shivers through her. This time, his hand didn’t stop; instead, he reached lower until he finally brushed against her wet entrance, which had been aching for him for an eternity.
Eve’s eyes fluttered shut the moment his heated fingers slipped past the black lace, finding direct contact with her sleek, sensitive folds.
Ivan cupped her inviting breast with his other hand and rasped breathlessly, "Gods, you are so fucking wet, Evelyn..."
A low, muffled moan vibrated in her throat as she felt two of his thick fingers slide smoothly inside her. He began showering her neck with open-mouthed kisses, the combined sensations pushing her toward the brink.
It was already too much for her. She was so overstimulated, so consumed by him, that she feared she might come right then and there.
She couldn’t find the words to describe the sheer ecstasy of it. Ivan was so raw, so rough and unfiltered in this moment, and Eve realized with a jolt of adrenaline that she found an unexpected joy.....a terrifying thrill in this newfound roughness.
As his fingers moved faster inside her, her walls began to clamp tightly around them. She coated him generously, her own love juices acting as a lubricant that allowed his fingers to glide smoothly in and out in a maddening, relentless rhythm.
Just as she was about to see the stars, Ivan stopped abruptly. Evelyn’s eyes flew wide, and a muffled whimper of protest left her throat as he withdrew his fingers, cruelly denying her the climax she was so close to reaching.
Her teary eyes flared with a glare in the mirror’s reflection. Ivan’s lips stretched into a wide, seductive grin as he met her gaze.
He leaned in, his voice a dark, velvet murmur against her ear. "I thought you said you wanted my cock inside you, Evelyn....not my fingers."
Eve’s eyes widened further at his dirty talk. She was so blindsided by his unfiltered words that she failed to notice the metallic snick of his belt or the sound of his trousers unbuckling.
