Nefretiri
"Fuck!" Ivan yells out, and I can't help grinning as the waves of pleasure ripple through me as his head falls back on the mattress.
How did we end up on the floor? Oh, yeah. We talked about getting food. That meant we had to get up, which was fine for the first ten seconds. However, five steps towards the shirt on the floor, Ivan had me around my waist, my back flush against his chest.
My pride was both ashamed and ecstatic that he affected me like this, and the admission only fueled my new incurable obsession. He'd spoiled me for anyone else. No one would ever have my interest again. Not even a celebrity. They all crumbled under the might of my mate.
He'd spent most of last night treating me like an instrument he had to study, and he was a quick learner by all the gods in the universe.
"Where did you learn that?" He gasps, laying a hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into a demanding kiss before I can answer.
