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vibrations playing along her like an earthquake.
    Her vaginal walls clenched, and he seemed to sense it. He speared his sinfully long tongue deep into her moist opening and thrust it into her like a cock. In and out his tongue fucked her, and his fingers came into play at her swollen, throbbing clit. She groaned as blood rushed to her cunt, swelling it further and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh god,” she gasped.
    It broke over her with the force of an explosion. She flushed from her cheeks to her mons, body heated to the boiling point. Her legs buckled, and she would have fallen if not for his great strength supporting her. She cried out in a high keening wail. The tremors shook her for what seemed like an eternity, her vision going dark with the force of it.
    Ivan felt the tremors of her orgasm encase his tongue like a clenching fist. He knew that as long as he lived he would never forget the taste of her. The feel and scent of her—his woman.
    When her orgasm had subsided to small, deep tremors, he lowered her leg and stood. He remained still for a long moment, saying nothing—only staring into her eyes unblinking. It unsettled her until she saw his shoulders tremble with the effort to keep from pouncing on her. It sent an electric thrill of anticipation zinging through her.
    His eyes burned into hers, and his hands jerked her roughly against his hard body. “Taste yourself on my tongue,” he growled and kissed her. It was a branding kiss, one of possession and obsession.
    Without knowing how she got there, she suddenly found herself beneath him on the bed as he kissed her. His hands and mouth were everywhere—it was like being made love to by a hurricane. Her hands roved free and desperate over his body, playing over his taut muscles, lingering when he growled or sighed over a particular caress.
    He thrust her legs wide, holding her ankles in his large hands. Brianna saw his cock, poised and waiting before her. For a moment she felt a thrill of excitement and surprise upon seeing the length and breadth of him. It would be a tight fit.
    She watched as he positioned the great, mushroomed head against her wet flesh and gasped as it began to sink into her. It stretched and burned her, his flesh so hot, like he was slipping a branding iron into her. He filled her, taking her more completely than she’d ever been before. When he was halfway sheathed he stopped, and she moaned.
    His jaw was tight, his eyes more intense than ever before. “You are mine now,” he vowed.
    “Don’t stop,” she begged, shameless.
    “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you are mine.”
    He was so earnest that she knew he would take her words as a promise. Thinking back over the past several days with him, she knew she was growing to truly love him. But could she promise herself to him? She knew that if she spoke the words there would be no going back for either of them. Ever.
    “Say it,” he growled again, withdrawing from her slightly, making her feel bereft and empty.
    “I—I’m yours.” Her voice shook.
    “Say it again.”
    “I’m yours. I’m yours!” she vowed, feeling as though her soul were somehow threading itself to his.
    “Mine,” he breathed, gifting her with a sweet kiss before thrusting to the hilt inside of her.
    They both groaned at the exquisite sensation. Unable to wait any longer, they began to rock back and forth against each other. Brianna brought her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles at the small of his back. He thrust in and out of her, somehow reaching deeper and deeper inside of her with every stroke.
    Soon they were both sweating with their efforts, the scent of sex and lust heady in the air. They caught each other’s cries with their mouths, moaning and gasping, trembling and writhing upon the bed. Ivan growled and bit sharply into her shoulder, teeth securing her beneath him as he thrust ever more fiercely into her. Brianna gasped at the pain, but it drove her passion up to a