16

I had no choice but to comply with Ivan's desire for us to go back to the hotel. While we were on the way, I felt a sense of unease in my chest. To be honest, I wasn't scared; in fact, I was genuinely excited.

My mind was filled with various explicit thoughts. Would it be painful like the first time? Would he find pleasure in being with me? I hoped he would. I aspired to meet his needs and desires, making sure there was no temptation for him to seek comfort elsewhere.

Ivan nipped at my shoulder, eliciting a playful squirm from me.

"Ivan!" I scolded him, but he responded with a warm embrace.

"I'm just overcome with excitement," he whispered with a mischievous grin, gently nibbling and lightly tracing my ear with his tongue.

"When was the last time that we-"

"When you were drunk, and the following morning, your parents arranged for us to marry."

"No more... intimate moments?"

"You hold such deep disdain for me, Ivan. You can't even meet my gaze, let alone entertain thoughts beyond that.