Ivan pressed one hand against the back of Clarice’s head while the other easily secured her waist.
“Wait...” Clarice placed her hands on Ivan’s chest, tilting her head back to create distance, but Ivan adjusted the angle, pulling her tightly against him.
At first, Ivan’s kiss was gentle and exploratory, but it gradually grew more demanding. Clarice had no choice but to follow his lead, moving in sync with him.
His other hand slid slightly down, supporting the soft curve of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head upward, making it seem as though she was the one initiating the kiss.
Their breaths mingled until Clarice felt she could hardly breathe. Only then did Ivan release her, allowing her to push him away.
Ivan’s eyes sparkled mischievously, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
He raise
