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the door shut with his foot, never pausing until they reached his bedroom. With gentle care he set her upon her feet before the bed.
    “We should get these wet clothes off,” he whispered, fighting to control his urge to roar his triumph into the night. She would soon be his. Only his.
    Agreeing wholeheartedly, she rushed to remove her coat, gloves and boots. Her hands shook with her eagerness, and she felt as giddy as a virgin. She heard a rending sound and looked up to see Ivan tearing at his clothes with the same eager abandon.
    Her fingers moved to unbutton her flannel shirt, but his hands were suddenly there to stop her. Her eyes rose to meet his, which were glowing so bright it was almost alarming.
    “Let me do that,” he said.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    With aching slowness he undressed her. With hands so tender and gentle that she barely felt their touch, he reverently caressed each new patch of skin as it was unveiled. It was like being seduced by butterflies—his soft and coaxing caresses playing over her skin like silken wings. She could see the hungry desire in his eyes and knew he was exerting great control over his passions to remain gentle with her.
    As he uncovered her breasts he went down on his knees before her and slowly, oh so slowly, moved his mouth to press a kiss against her nipple. He gathered her to him and buried his face between the pillows of her breasts and inhaled deeply. His instincts were at war within him, and his control slipped a notch as he fell upon her with renewed fervor.
    He plumped and squeezed her breasts in his hands and moved to slurp a pouting nipple into his mouth. His tongue and teeth caressed her before he widened his mouth and took in as much of her as he could. He suckled against her with a dark and endless hunger. Releasing her with an audible pop, at the last bringing his teeth scraping over her nipple, he drew a ragged moan from her parted lips. He then moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention.
    Ivan looked up from the breast that he suckled to see Brianna’s head flung back, breath shuddering from her parted lips. She tasted sweet and succulent, and he resisted the sudden urge to bite her—to brand her for his own. He wanted to imprint himself upon her, so that she could never see herself in the mirror without seeing him as well. It was a primal thing, a temptation he had to fight against for fear of scaring her away.
    With unsteady hands he unfastened her pants, lowering them with infinite care down over her hips and thighs. Her hands rested on his shoulders to brace her as she stepped from her clothing. She stood before him nude now, as he’d imagined her so many times in the past nights.
    He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the soft swell of her tummy, unable to resist the urge to nip at her tender flesh with his teeth. Her breathing hitched, and he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Drawing her scent deep within him, he lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder—careful to steady her when she faltered.
    Brianna’s hands speared into his hair, and her eyes lowered to meet his. She knew what he wanted to do, but no man had ever offered to do such a thing for her. His eyes were so green they swamped her vision, making her tremble in his arms.
    “I want to taste you,” he said in his dark, sexy voice. It played over her like a black brush of velvet. Interpreting her moans and sighs as permission, he parted her with his fingers and licked her. His tongue roved from her opening to her clit where he lingered to press and flick against her.
    He licked her over and over, pausing only to suckle the flesh of her labia and clit. He lingered at her clit with heated kisses and licks, his lips, teeth, and tongue driving her wild. She moaned and writhed, but his hands were strong and kept her standing against his hungry mouth. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room, fueling their desire, urging them on. Ivan moaned against her, the