Chapter Forty One

He grasped my hips yet again and slammed into me, his skin slapping against mine, and I cried out loudly. Each of his movements now was fast, hard, and relentless. The end goal—pleasure—was all that mattered at this moment.

And in a swirling cloud of pressure and helplessness and heat, it consumed me. Body and soul, I gave myself over to the intense high rushing through my veins and caused me to tremble.

When it subsided and I could think clearly again, I felt Ivan’s forehead against my lower back. He reached between us and undid the scarf around my wrists. My arms fell limply to my sides, and I crawled them up the bed and under my head. My breathing was heavy and his was the same.

We’re both totally spent, so we lied here, he still buried inside me, and catched our breath.

After a few minutes, he sat up and pulled out of me. “The bathroom is next door if you want to use it.”

I nodded my head and pushed myself up