MASHAS
“My wife.” Ivan whispered in between breaks and my heart warmed making me drench my panties.
My hands trembled as they found his shoulders, and he caught my wrists gently, kissing the inside of one, right where the scars still faintly showed. The tenderness in his eyes burned hotter than fire.
“You’re safe,” he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. “With me, always. No one will ever hurt you ever again.”
And when his lips found mine again, the kiss was no longer slow and sweet. It was deep, rough and it made my toes curl.
He moved me to the bed gently and lifted my dress up my thighs exposing my panties. A smirk stretched his lips as his
fingers slowly crawled up my skin, making me spread my legs.
His fingers moved my panties to the side, cold air slapping me on my
