Hetalia Ivan Novelas e Histórias

“Mmmr. Vladii…imiii…rrr, hmmm.” “Say my name.” Ivan reprimanded enjoying her expression “Fuck, Ivaaaaan.” He slowly inserted two fingers inside her forbidden area, making out moan loud. Her head was arched back, lips between her teeth, legs parted to grant him more access. His two fingers worked magic inside her as she moaned out his name loudly. “Ivaaaan, hmmmm, Ivaa….aan.” “You seem to be enjoying it.” Ivan’s words were laced with a chuckle.

Where is her boyfriend? My eyes zeroed in on a white crisp shirt leaning inside the open fridge. The man pulled back and closed the fridge door. “I put the strawberry in the back.” He said with a smile in his voice. Wait. Where had I heard that voice? “Aww. Thank you. Sabrina would appreciate it. She likes strawberries, don't you Sabrina?” Mom asked. The man spinned around and I pushed back my seat. No freaking way. “Hello, there. You must be Sabrina,” he extended his hand towards me. “Nice to meet you. I'm Ivan Golovin.”

Ivan chuckled as he started the car and drove it. “I don’t get you two.” He stated. Ivan was somewhat of a distant cousin to Ava. He was around a lot since he worked for her uncle. He had become a great friend for me along this time. He was always so caring and there when Ava or I needed anything. I was so grateful for him but I never felt the feeling of butterflies when he did anything nice for me, I cursed myself because I wanted to feel something for someone else, to make me forget about Lucian but I couldn’t.

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

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As soon as I tell Ivan that I need him inside of me, he pulls his boxers off. Fuck, he is mouthwatering. Chiseled abs, an Adonis “v,” and his fucking hard…calves. Who the hell am I kidding? His dick is fucking EVERYTHING. Higher end of average in length but fucking THICK. Damn.

Ivan demanded not bothering to reply to her taunting. "Twenty minutes and I will be under you." Lydia said and cut the call. "Fuck you Amara. I won't stop you if you want to kill your sister and cousin but if you think you can leave me after using as your tool, then no, It is not going to happen. I am the only man who us allowed to fuck you." Ivan said punching the wall and then laughed like a mad person.

Ivan demanded angrily as he entered his room. “We're on it, boss,” Viktor, his second-in-command, replied, but that only intensified Ivan's fury. “On it? You idiots! I’m still trying to understand how he managed to take my bride right from the altar! You were supposed to be on guard, and instead, he took you all down while I nearly ended up dead!” Ivan snapped, the sting of humiliation washing over him. He loathed the feeling of being outmaneuvered by Dominic It was painfully clear that the Russians were always one step ahead, and Ivan's resentment towards them was consuming. Just when he thought he could finally put Dominic in his place, the man himself overwhelmed him. Ivan's hatred for Do

I screamed as I ran up the stairs, “The only person permitted to scream my name, is my girlfriend “ came Ivan’s reply as he shifted his gaze from the p**n magazine in his hand. It always amazed me how he read that with no shame, not like I didn't have mine stuffed under my bed, but they were there for a reason. “ I see you still have jokes,” I said, giving him the fakest smile I could muster. Ivan has to be the corniest person I know, but he's however the only person who would possibly have answers to what I was going to ask, just had to be him. “Tell me about the Igors, I say “ he considers me for a while then replies, “You are not their type”, my face reddened with anger, I didn't care mu

“I am if you want me to be.” I can’t help the little smile that creeps onto my lips, then. He’s terribly handsome, this young man with the dangerous tattoos climbing all the way up to his neck. And, he’s been really, really nice to me in these past few minutes. “I’m Ivan,” he says, leaning over the side of his chair to extend his hand for a shake. I take his hand on instinct, but my blood goes cold as I realize exactly who he is. Ivan. Ivan.