Chapter 92: We Are Not Married Yet
Ivan was relentless with his actions as he tore apart her clothes and led Briena to the bed, he himself was shirtless. He pushed her on the bed, making her fall on the soft mattress underneath and hovered over her, impatiently clear in his actions. His hands pinned her on the mattress, his tall form pressing down on her naked, delicate form.
He was about to kiss her again but Briena spoke. "I-Ivan...wait..."
Panting heavily he looked at her. "I don’t think I can anymore," his voice was hoarse and needy.
His voice made her skip her heart beast but she spoke anyways, "I have not done this before. I am scared."
"I know," he tugged at her delicate lips with his teeth, the lips which he had been craving for since that night when she pecked on his cheek. "I will be careful," he assured and kissed her again.
Despite his assuring words, Briena could feel he was going to be anything but gentle. He was different from his usual calm demeanour, something about him seemed changed.
He moved further down, taking liberties with her soft and delicate body as his hands and mouth did not leave any part of her body untouched. She moaned in delight with what he was doing to her, her hands moving on their own to grip his hair, to bury his face between her legs even more, letting herself drown in the pleasure he was letting her feel.
He moved back and looked at her painting form with his intense gaze. She looked at him, trying to get down the ecstasy he had just made her feel and watched him removing his pants, letting her see his entirely naked form.
He pulled her up to sit on the bed and positioned himself in front of her by getting on his knees, "Take me," his voice commanding.
She hesitated a little, keeping her act of an innocent virgin. "I have never done this before."
"You will learn," he said and guided his erect manhood to her face, prompting her to open her mouth.