467 SWEET MEMORIES

Ivan laid me down on the soft blanket. He removes his lips from mine and trails them down my neck, pausing on the sensitive spots he that makes me moan out loud I cry out and arch my back off the bed, removing my hands from around his neck and weaving them through his wet hair. He groans his approval at my reaction and bites harder. I lock my ankles around his torso and try to draw him closer, but he doesn't move. His thick arousal rests against my stomach, but I crave to be filled by him.

"Fuck Arianne," Ivan groaned out loud as he stared down at me, "Not a single day has gone by without me imagining me, you, us like this."

"You imagined me?" I asked my breath caught in my throat at the rawness in his eyes.

"Every. Single. Day." Ivan breathed out enunciated each word with a kiss.