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“Francia being hauled away. Dragged out of my life forever. I thought I would care more.”
“You don’t?”
“I’m glad she’s gone. I just thought it would matter more, but…” I shake my head and run my hands over his shoulders. “The only thing I care about is this. You.”
Ivan hums as he squeezes my ribs, his thumbs dragging over the lace detailing of my dress. “It’s hard to care about anything when you’re wearing this. It was distracting.”
“You didn’t look at me once when I walked out,” I laugh.
“I didn’t need to.” He nuzzles my neck, his stubble scraping over my pulse point. “I could feel you. That was enough.”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin and I shiver. “I think it might be a wedding dress. It seemed appropriate given… well, everything.”
Ivan kisses my collarbone and my neck. He trails his hot mouth over my skin, setting me on fire piece by piece. “You know what else seems appropriate?”
I’m breathless, eyes closed and heart thundering. “What?”
His lips find the shell of my ear. “Claiming you on this table. Celebrating that you are mine and now, everyone fucking knows it.”
I’ve lost the power of speech. Instead, I circle my arms around Ivan’s neck and nod.
He kisses me with bruising force as he scoops me up and sits me on the edge of the table. Untouched champagne flutes topple over and spill. I feel the liquid soaking into my dress, but I don’t care. I’m going to beg Ivan to rip me out of it in a second anyway.
Turns out, I don’t even have to ask. Ivan grabs the neckline of my gown and shreds the bodice from my collarbone to my waist with one solid tug.
It’s so hot I can’t even bring myself to care that the dress probably cost thousands of dollars.
“You’re perfect,” he growls. His eyes are dark with desire as he shoves the shredded fabric to the side and swirls his tongue over my breast.
I arch against his mouth. “I’m yours.”
Ivan finishes ripping his way through the skirt while I fumble with the button on his pants. The lace is soaking up some of the champagne. The rest of it forms a sparkling waterfall that flows off the edge of the table and splatters to the tile floor. But it doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters but this.
When I finally get Ivan’s pants out of the way, I take him in my hand and press him to my opening. He doesn’t ask if I’m sure or tease me half-mad.
With one thrust, he gives me exactly what I want. He gives me everything.
I cling to him with my arms and sticky legs. His hands wrap around my butt, pulling me even tighter against him. Grinding into me until there’s no more space. Until I have nothing left to give.
“Oh, Ivan. I want you this deep all the time,” I gasp as he pulls out and thrusts back in. “Right there. Please.”
He drags out of me and pulses back in until I’m practically crawling up his body to get closer. Until I am delirious with need and begging for him to let me come.
Ivan slips his hand between our bodies and circles his thumb exactly where I need him.
Then he holds me together as I shatter.
An embarrassing number of people are probably listening in from the kitchen. Yasha will give both of us shit about this later. He’ll definitely tell Jorden all about it and I won’t have a leg up in getting to tease her about all of her secret trysts with Yasha. But this moment is worth all of it. Nothing matters more than this man and the way being pressed against him feels.
I wrap my body around him, holding him tightly. “Never let me go. Stay here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He kisses my temple and lifts me off of the table as he fucks me relentlessly. “I’m staying right here.”
I don’t question how Ivan is able to carry me from the dining room to our bedroom without ever once slipping out of me; I just enjoy it. I kiss his neck and roll myself down his length until he has to stop on the stairs, a steadying hand on the wall.
“Keep that up and you’ll kill us both,” he warns with a laugh.
