Chapter 29: A Night With The Devil pt2
Lydia sat on his lap, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her legs straddled his, the thin fabric of her nightgown barely clinging to her skin. Ivan’s hands rested on her waist, his thumb slowly moving in circles as if he was holding himself back. Her lips were still parted from the moan she’d let slip—his name, soft and needy.
"Ivan..." she breathed again, her voice barely a whisper.
That sound—his name from her lips like a plea—did something to him.
He sat upright quickly, his arms tightening around her. His chest pressed against hers, their skin hot. His breath came fast, uneven, like he was trying to stay in control but couldn’t. Lydia’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for him again, but this time, it was her who leaned in.
She kissed him.
At first, it was gentle. Her lips moved slowly over his, savoring the feel of him. But that soft kiss wasn’t enough. Not for her. Not for him. The need between them had been building, waiting, too long.
She kissed him harder, pushing closer, her fingers gripping his hair. Ivan responded instantly. His arms wrapped tightly around her body, his lips pressing back with a hunger that surprised even him. Their mouths moved together, deep and messy, filled with desperation and heat.
He kissed her like he needed her—like he couldn’t breathe without her.
Lydia moaned softly into his mouth, and he groaned at the sound. His hands slid down to her thighs, gripping them before moving up under her nightgown. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, slow, teasing. She gasped against his lips, her hips grinding slightly on his lap.
He pulled back only for a breath, eyes searching hers. His thumb traced the corner of her mouth before he leaned in again. This time, he kissed the corner of her lips, then her jaw, then her ear. "You drive me insane," he whispered.
Her fingers trailed up under his shirt, palms gliding over the warmth of his skin, the sharp ridges of his abs, the scar above his ribs. She pressed her lips to his throat, kissing softly, then nipping just beneath his ear. Ivan cursed under his breath and pulled her tighter, his control slipping with every sound she made.