Dangerous Husbands, Broken Wives [18+]

TWENTY ONE: DANGER & DARKNESS

Ivan's movements were so swift that Ana almost thought that maybe she was hallucinating.

"Ivan..." A gasp slid off her lips when she felt his hand wrap around her throat. He squeezed, almost viciously, as his mouth bore down on hers. Her gasp was replaced with a groan as she felt her breast pop free of its confinement in her bra. The cups of her bra were still in place, but Ivan's strong fingers had deftly plucked the material out of the way to expose her breasts.

He had told her to be naked, but she had been shy and didn't follow through with his demands. She thought she had angered him when he stalked toward her like a predator, but she soon realized that her rebelliousness had excited him even more.

Her fingers curled around the headboard as his mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a hot, burning path in its wake.

"Ivan, are you mad at me?" She all but whispered, panting even though they had barely started.

He pulled himself away from her briefly, blowing hot breath across her cheek. "Does it looks like I'm mad at you?" His mouth was hot, so hot, and all she could do was utter another broken groan as his tongue rasped against the sensitive skin under her ear.

His hand left her throat, moving downward to cup her breast, his fingers slipping around the edge of her black lacy bra to pinch her.

She hissed as sharp jolts of electricity shot through her.

His mouth left her neck, and she almost cried out in disappointment. When she felt his hands reach around to cup her ass, cupping her cheeks in his strong hands, she didn't know what to think anymore. Ivan slipped her off the bed, his movements so swift that she didn't even have time to feel the cold air of the bedroom hit her bare ass.

She felt his mouth on her again, this time on her breast. His teeth pulled the material of her bra away from her skin, baring her nipple for his hungry mouth. His tongue flicked against the hard peak, before he captured her breast in his hot, wet mouth.

She felt like a puppet that was being jerked around by its strings. Her body was limp, as if she were unable to move on her own. She closed her eyes as she felt herself being lowered. Her hands reached out to grip the sheets, her fingers clutching the material in a tight grip.

"Ivan," she started, her voice a whisper.

"Shh," his hand reached towards her face, moving to brush against her lips, "no talking."

Her legs were spread wide. She felt his hot, strong hands on the inside of her thighs. He gently coaxed them further apart, before he buried his head between them. His tongue flicked against her clit, sending a jolt through her body. She let out a broken moan, her hips instinctively thrusting towards his mouth.

Her clit throbbed against his tongue, and she moaned out his name again.

Ivan couldn't help but smile. Her sweet taste was on his tongue, and he reveled in it. His tongue delved deeper into her pussy, curling around her clitoris in a rapid lash.