Chapter 302: Feral Devotion
[Warning: Mature Content ahead]
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[Music recommendation: The Weeknd - Dollhouse]
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It wasn’t until she felt his powerful arms wrap around her bent frame once more that the reality hit her.
He had pressed closer until the hot, blunt tip of his length brushed against her aching, wet entrance. The contact was electric, a searing promise of the end of her torment.
Her eyes rolled back from that single contact as he rubbed against her, his sinuous voice thick with need brushing past her ear like velvety liquid. "Do you feel that? Do you feel me, baby?"
He let out a breathless, sexy chuckle as he continued, "Looks like you are not the only one eager for this. Look at what you did to me."
He pressed his tip slightly against her wet core, making her squirm against his hold as a muffled moan slipped past her lips, trapped between the fabric of her gown clenched tightly between her teeth.
Her clouded eyes lifted to the mirror, and she saw how utterly undone she looked, even though he had barely begun. But she did not care about her appearance anymore. All she could feel was the raw ache burning between her legs, demanding relief.
So her pleading gaze shifted to Ivan’s, meeting his darkened stare. Yet within it, there was pure awe, as though he were worshipping her hot and dishevelled form like his very own goddess. The one for whom he would gladly kiss the very ground she walked on.
Feeling her pleading gaze on him, he shifted his attention to her and knew immediately that she could not wait any longer, but the truth was, neither could he. Meeting her eyes, he clenched his jaw and, in one swift, powerful movement, thrust fully inside her, knocking the air from her lungs.
"Oh fuck, Evelyn..., you’re gripping me so tight, baby!" he rasped through gritted teeth. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper as if they never intended to let him go.
Eve moaned in pure delight, her body reeling as she registered his impressive size. He had impaled her to her very depths in one sudden, breathtaking stroke.
As he felt her walls begin to relax and adjust to his intrusion, he brought his one hand to clamp firmly around her waist to anchor her, while the other cupped the soft, exposed breast, squeezing it as he prepared to move.
He then pulled out until his length was almost slipping free before slamming back into her, drawing another muffled cry from her at the intensity of the thrust that sent pleasure rippling through her. Ivan, on the other hand, let out a deep groan in pure ecstasy.
Closing his eyes, he felt her warmth welcome him so completely that his sense of reality slipped away, and at last, he released the shackles that had been holding him.
He pulled out again until he was almost slipping free before slamming back in, and that was when he settled into a hard, powerful, punishingly slow rhythm, making her weep more around him.
Unable to hold back any longer, he gradually picked up the pace, shifting from slow to faster, harder thrusts. Each movement was so powerful that it jolted Eve against the counter, making it difficult for her to keep her footing.
But Ivan did not let her fall.
He tightened his grip on her breast and waist, anchoring her as he continued to slam against her wetness. The once-silent bathroom was now filled with the scandalous symphony of slapping skin, their ragged breaths, and a chorus of muffled moans and groans.
Eve felt as though her mind were turning to putty, as the waves of intense pleasure reverberated through her entire being until she felt close to flying, losing all sense of her surroundings.
Ivan was so feral that she had never experienced him being this intense before. Yet to her joy, she absolutely loved this beastly side of him, because she knew the pleasure building inside her was going to be explosive.
Gone was his gentleness, or even the restrained version of this ferocity and intensity.
She heard Ivan moan, and Oh God! Her mind fractured at the sound of those low, sexy groans he was barely able to contain.
The strength was rapidly draining from her legs, leaving her unable to stand on her own, while any remaining rational thoughts dissolved into a haze of white noise.
Just as her legs were about to give out, the devil behind her caught her. He wrapped one hand gently around her throat while the other hauled her back by her stomach, pinning her against his hot, hard and sturdy frame.
He slammed into her again with a maddening, frantic pace. Eve couldn’t help but scream....a sound that tore through the air, even after being heavily muffled by the fabric she was biting down on with desperate force.
"Fuck, Eve! Come for me, baby!" Ivan growled, his voice was a low, primal vibration against her skin.
She felt the silk gown becoming doused in her saliva as her throat went dry from the sheer volume of screams he was eliciting out from her very depths.
Driven by his hard, powerful, and incredibly fast rhythm, the explosive release she had been anticipating finally shattered within her.
She moaned so loudly as she clenched so damn tightly around his thick length, making Ivan still in his wild movement.
Then with a low, pleasure filled growl, he followed her over the edge, joining her in that explosive orgasm. He filled her deeply to the brim, their bodies shuddering violently together, molded against each other like a second skin.
Eve slumped weakly against his solid frame, her head lolling toward the crook of his neck. Ivan kept his eyes squeezed shut, still recovering from yet another mind-shattering release.
He couldn’t believe that every single time she made this experience so bloody mind-blowing that he was afraid that he might never stop. His desire for her grew stronger each day to such an immeasurable degree that it was frightening even for him. Oh well, he was addicted to her, he craved for her warmth alone, and he knew that only she was capable of bringing him to his knees before this goddess of his.
At her slight movement, he finally opened his eyes. His irises slowly faded back to their deep, signature crimson.
He saw that she had no strength left to even hold herself up, yet she still clutched the fabric of her gown between her teeth.
While still breathing heavily, he shifted the hand that had been anchored around her stomach. He reached up, gently grasping the silk against her lips, and whispered breathlessly, "Let go, baby."
Eve finally opened her eyes, revealing the mesmerising gold swirling within them, a telltale sign of her most intense emotions, whether born of fury or heavy arousal.
Ivan revelled in the sight, gazing deeply into her orbs as he watched her finally part her lips. He pulled the fabric away, letting the soaked, crumpled silk slide down to hang loosely down her waist.
Ivan noticed that the corner of her lip was bleeding. It was a result of how fiercely she had bitten down on the fabric’s embroidery in the throes of pleasure.
A pang of guilt seeped through his heart at the sight of her injury. Wordlessly, he leaned in and sealed his lips over hers with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to his earlier maddening ferocity.
He traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue until he reached the small tear at the corner. Tasting her divine blood, he lingered there to seal the wound before deepening the kiss. It was a slow and tender kiss filled with undying, intense love for the woman held fast in his arms.
Pulling away slightly, he whispered, "I’m sorry. Was I too rough with you?"
He released her throat and cupped her cheek tenderly, while wrapping his other arm around her waist, unwilling to be separated from her even for a moment.
Still breathing heavily, Eve’s lips curled into a loving smile as she met his gaze. She lifted a limp hand to cup his cheek. "You were intense, alright..." she breathed, before pulling his face closer and brushing her lips against his. "...but I loved every single bit of it," she whispered seductively.
Ivan couldn’t help but harden inside her once again. He hadn’t even bothered to pull out, despite several minutes having passed.
He flashed her a devastating, wicked grin and murmured huskily, "You naughty little princess."
He leaned in to dive into another searing kiss, but just as his lips captured hers, he froze. His head tilted sharply toward the closed bathroom door, his expression turning stone-cold.
Lost in the heat of such intense lovemaking, they had failed to realise that the outer room was no longer empty. People had already entered, and the sanctuary they thought they held was now dangerously compromised.
His crimson eyes narrowed, focusing on the slow rotation of the doorknob.
Then, with a sharp, echoing click, the bathroom door swung open.
