Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 262: Night Of Pleasure

Chapter 262: Night Of Pleasure

His grip on her was firm, solidly guiding as he concentrated his eyes on every little reaction she made. He wanted to pleasure her in every way possible, to go wild on this woman who was unbreakable, and tonight, he was going to make sure she experiences emotions she never once knew she was capable of feeling, and this will be a night they will both remember till eternities to come.

Samantha could feel the strength of his hands against her flesh– it wasn’t really rough, but she couldn’t say it was a gentle grasp either. When Ivan positioned her properly on the mattress, from the heat in his eyes, she could see he wanted her to stay still, whilst he slowly pulled out of her, only to sink back in with his whole length– leaving her breathless.

His teeth clenched as her insides squeezed him, and he could feel her stretch with each sensual thrust he made, molding her perfectly to his size. She was warm, and so freaking good he felt he would melt to this sensation washing over him.

"Good girl, you’re taking it so good...ugh...this is... only for you. Fuck! You’re so tight!" Ivan let out a deep groan before he lowered his body to find her lips, kissing her deeply and enjoying the feel of her insides. He was going to take things slow until her body fully adjusted to him– as compelled as he was to thrash her over and over till they both lost their mind to the pleasure building up inside of them, he knew he had to be patient if he wanted to ever take it to the next step.

"Heavenly Lord! Are you squeezing me on purpose?" The moment he asked, he seemed to have regretted it, because the next minute, her insides were squeezing him ever so tightly, whilst she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as his hard body was pressed down on her delicate ones.

"Little Lamb, you should know better than to provocate me with your disobedience," there was something sexually dark about his voice, not to mention but the way his eye color had taken the form of the deepest red, his oval-shaped irises glinting with mischief and pure lust. Grasping her hips and adjusting the stubborn woman to the perfect angle, his thrust became consistent as he rammed in and out of her, his hips rolling as he made her feel weak and at his mercy on the bed.

Her cries of pleasure did not escape his ears, and her fingers, which latched onto him, had dropped onto the bed to hold the sheets instead. Her moistened eyes rolled in their sockets as she tried to get a grasp of herself but who was she kidding? She had squeezed him in the hopes that he would have mercy on her, but her actions seemed to have warranted the opposite, because he wasn’t only fucking her insides, but her senses too.

"No.. please.." she turned her head to the side, and he thrusted deeply, pulling in and out without sparing her an ounce of mercy. At this point, both their bodies glistened with sweat, and his movement turned harsher, faster, each thrust holding a passionate promise of more nights like this to come.

Samantha writhed beneath him as he made her experience the true meaning of pain and pleasure, whilst her breathing came out in pants and puffs, meeting with his low alluring groans and constant grunts.

"No.." he silenced her pleas with his lips, ramming his whole length into her. Her lewd sounds were loud enough that he guessed anyone who stayed within this corridor would have heard it. The mere thought of this aroused him further, and he kissed her deeply, sensually, their tongue mating, whilst her hips arched up to meet the powerful thrust of his hips, her legs trembling and quivering as they struggled to stay wrapped around his waist.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. There was absolutely nothing gentle with how he made love to her, he was tearing her apart but not in the way she had predicted it to be. He was a passionate lover, one who knew when to be gentle and not gentle at all.

She had indirectly asked for this, he was giving it to her.

Suddenly, she felt him a spot that sent her toes instinctively curling, her pupils dilating, her insides involuntary clenching. As if he knew the reason behind that abrupt display of reaction, a sinful smile curved his lips, and when he hit that same spot, she moaned out loud, her voice a quivering melody to his ears.

"My little lamb just found her spot, feels good, no?" Teasingly, he slowly pulled out and slammed his hard member into her, targeting that spot that almost made her sit up if he wasn’t hovering above her. "Needy little lamb, so you like it a lot when I do this..." he repeated his actions, and Samantha was back to grasping the sheets for some support.

Immediately, he began his fast thrusting, hitting that spot over and over till she was crying out in pleasure. She tried to turn, to avoid the addictive feeling, but he had her in place, promising her she wasn’t going to go anywhere tonight. It felt incredibly good to the point her hips began to move along with him, the pressure building, her muscles twitching, whilst Ivan’s jaw clenched in raw pleasure.

"That’s it, now let me hear you say my name." He urged, "I need to make sure you remember the name of the one who controls your body, the one who focuses your mind solely on himself! Let me hear it or I won’t give you the release you seek."

Samantha’s heart pounded erratically, she was losing her sanity over his constant thrusts and vehement demands. The room was filled with the sound of the creaking of the bed, skin slapping against skin, and their pleasure-filled moans.

"Say it," he growled close to her ear, and Samantha, who could no longer take this, looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Ivan..." her hands went around his shoulder as she pulled him down on her, whilst she whispered upon his lips, "please.."

She claimed it right after, and Ivan’s thrust became more fierce as he hit that spot that made her pleasurable sounds muffled on his lips. Her legs held on tighter as she awaited the feeling of what was to come, and he kept going until finally.

She screamed his name when the same familiar burst of stars blurred her vision, and at the same time, she felt something warm seep into her body. The energy in her body immediately drained as she collapsed on the bed, her breathing haggard, her heart singing, whilst she could hardly find the energy to move an arm.

Ivan’s eyes laid fixed on the woman who laid motionless on his bed, her body rosy, her hair tousled on the pillow. She looked divine, and she was his.

"You did well, my sweet." Not pulling himself out of her, he leaned down to kiss her softly. "The aftereffects are really one of the moments I looked up to– to feel your insides strumming the way it’s doing presently."

Samantha simply remained in her position, and he moved the sticky strands of her hair away from her sweaty face. All of a sudden, he rammed into her, forcing Samantha’s pupils to dilate as she looked at him in pure disbelief, and he smiled wickedly.

"We’re not done yet."

"W-what?"

"Little Lamb, this man is still hungry." And he leaned down to claim her sweet lips before she could protest, slowly igniting the fire she assumed had been extinguished. He took her over and over again, leaving her at his insatiable mercy, whilst the night went by, and she knew, at the end of it, that she would never forget this day.