Chapter 262: Night Of Pleasure
His grip on her was firm, solidly guiding as he concentrated his eyes on every little reaction she made. He wanted to pleasure her in every way possible, to go wild on this woman who was unbreakable, and tonight, he was going to make sure she experiences emotions she never once knew she was capable of feeling, and this will be a night they will both remember till eternities to come.
Samantha could feel the strength of his hands against her flesh– it wasn’t really rough, but she couldn’t say it was a gentle grasp either. When Ivan positioned her properly on the mattress, from the heat in his eyes, she could see he wanted her to stay still, whilst he slowly pulled out of her, only to sink back in with his whole length– leaving her breathless.
His teeth clenched as her insides squeezed him, and he could feel her stretch with each sensual thrust he made, molding her perfectly to his size. She was warm, and so freaking good he felt he would melt to this sensation washing over him.
"Good girl, you’re taking it so good...ugh...this is... only for you. Fuck! You’re so tight!" Ivan let out a deep groan before he lowered his body to find her lips, kissing her deeply and enjoying the feel of her insides. He was going to take things slow until her body fully adjusted to him– as compelled as he was to thrash her over and over till they both lost their mind to the pleasure building up inside of them, he knew he had to be patient if he wanted to ever take it to the next step.
"Heavenly Lord! Are you squeezing me on purpose?" The moment he asked, he seemed to have regretted it, because the next minute, her insides were squeezing him ever so tightly, whilst she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as his hard body was pressed down on her delicate ones.
"Little Lamb, you should know better than to provocate me with your disobedience," there was something sexually dark about his voice, not to mention but the way his eye color had taken the form of the deepest red, his oval-shaped irises glinting with mischief and pure lust. Grasping her hips and adjusting the stubborn woman to the perfect angle, his thrust became consistent as he rammed in and out of her, his hips rolling as he made her feel weak and at his mercy on the bed.
Her cries of pleasure did not escape his ears, and her fingers, which latched onto him, had dropped onto the bed to hold the sheets instead. Her moistened eyes rolled in their sockets as she tried to get a grasp of herself but who was she kidding? She had squeezed him in the hopes that he would have mercy on her, but her actions seemed to have warranted the opposite, because he wasn’t only fucking her insides, but her senses too.
"No.. please.." she turned her head to the side, and he thrusted deeply, pulling in and out without sparing her an ounce of mercy. At this point, both their bodies glistened with sweat, and his movement turned harsher, faster, each thrust holding a passionate promise of more nights like this to come.
Samantha writhed beneath him as he made her experience the true meaning of pain and pleasure, whilst her breathing came out in pants and puffs, meeting with his low alluring groans and constant grunts.