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His breaths become deep and slow as I nestle in against him. As I try to catch my breath, a slow ache forms between my legs. It’s the best kind of ache. A reminder of the high he made me feel.
I could spend a lifetime chasing another high that good. Maybe it wasn’t a mistake marrying Ivan after all.
Chapter 10 - Ivan
Sophia clings to the pillow and snores softly, her long hair spreading over my white satin sheets. Her thick eyelashes sit on her cheeks. She looks like an angel coming to life as she sleeps.
I’m going to be the envy of many Bratva men, but she’s mine!
My gaze drifts lower as I lean back against the white tufted headboard. She is wearing one of my T-shirts which she grabbed in the middle of the night. The logo of my favorite band is scrawled across the back. The hem falls to the middle of her thighs, making her look tiny in my bed.
My cock twitches as I hear her gentle breathing. There's something about seeing her in my T-shirt that makes me want to wake her up with my head between her legs. Even after a night of worshipping her body and taking her to new heights, I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough. I never thought settling down would satisfy me, but after last night, I have no desire to be with anyone else, but her.
Getting too attached to her is dangerous.
But I don’t think I can stop the feelings I have for her from becoming something more. Warmth spreads through my chest as I gaze at her and try to memorize every moment of our wedding night. Not only did I make her my wife, but I claimed her body, her virginity. What greater honor could a man ask for?
I don’t ever want to forget the sounds she made when I tasted her for the first time or the little mewls that left her when she came on my cock.
Sophia yawns and rolls over, blinking slowly before squeezing her eyes shut and blocking out the dim light that filters through the black sheers over the window.
“What time is it?” she asks, her voice raspy as she pulls the pillow over her face. “I don’t think I feel so good. Too much champagne.”
“No, doll, that is an orgasm hangover,” I tease her as I pull the pillow away from her face.
Dark circles floor her eyes, and her skin is drained of color. I press the back of my hand against her forehead, heat seeping through. Sophia groans and rubs the heels of her hands against her eyes as I get out of bed.
“You weren’t drunk last night. You had a glass and a half of champagne, so I doubt it’s that. I watched you drink more at The Quartz the night we met. You might have caught some sort of bug when you were volunteering at the hospital.”
Her eyes narrow as she looks up at me. “How do you know I was volunteering at the hospital.”
I grin as I open a dresser drawer and pull out a pair of sweatpants. “I have people following you. I had to make sure you didn’t run away before the wedding. I would have hated for that to happen.”
“That’s a complete invasion of my privacy,” she says before groaning and pulling the pillow back over her face. “Just leave me here to die.”
“Invasion of privacy?” I chuckle, “Not the worst thing I’ve done. You’re my wife now and I won't let you be exposed to danger just because you don’t like the idea of my men following you around.”
She groans again and sighs, as I head for the door. “Alright.”
I open the door with a smile and look back at her. She’s already starting to learn her place without me having to correct her. This could go more smoothly than I thought.
Sophia tosses the pillow to the side and tries to stand. She wobbles slightly before falling back into bed. “You’re right. It could be an orgasm hangover.”
I laugh as I walk out into the hallway. “Go back to bed and get some rest. I’ll get someone to make you something to eat and bring it upstairs. I have some work to do. I’ll be in my office if you need me.”
Her mouth drops open slightly. “Thanks.”
“Rest.”
I close the door behind me and make my way into the hallway. I hum to myself as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. After grabbing a cup of coffee and passing the order to my chef, I walk down the hall to my office.
Uncle Lev is already sitting in there when I walk in. He stands and nods to me before sitting back down on the gray suede couch in the corner.
“You know, most men don’t work the morning after their wedding night,” he says, his tone suggesting what I should be doing right now instead.
I glare at him before sitting down in my leather armchair behind the massive desk and taking a long sip of my coffee. “I have important things to do today. Not all of us can afford the luxury of spending the day in bed.”
Lev snorts. “I don’t know how you drag yourself away from a young, tight pussy like that.”
