Incredible [M]

The kiss is incredible—everything I imagined and more. The way Ivan's fingers tug through my hair, firm yet teasing, sends jolts of electricity through me, lighting my veins on fire. My hands grip his waist, but it's not enough. I need him closer.

I bite his bottom lip gently, and the soft, breathy moan he lets out nearly undoes me. My hands find his perfect, perky butt, dragging him flush against me, aligning our bodies in a way that makes my head spin.

A groan escapes me as the friction between us becomes too much and not enough all at once. My hips move instinctively, pressing into him as though I could fuse us together. We're like teenagers—clumsy and desperate—but the heat between us is anything but immature.

I pull back just enough to kiss his neck, letting my lips trail over the soft skin there. His scent is intoxicating, a perfect mix of sweetness and spice that makes me want to drown in him. My tongue flicks out, tasting him, and I feel him shiver beneath me.

"Can we take this to your bedroom, please?" I murmur against his throat, my voice raw, almost pleading. I don't care how desperate I sound—I need more of him.

"Yeah," he breathes, his voice shaky but certain.

Without hesitation, I stand, and he instinctively wraps his legs around my waist. His arms loop around my shoulders, and I hold him close, savoring the way his body fits against mine like he was made for me.

The short distance to his bedroom feels like an eternity, the tension between us boiling hotter with every step. I finally push open the door, and the overwhelming scent of his pheromones hits me like a tidal wave. It's dizzying, primal, and it only fuels the fire burning inside me.

We stumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and need. Ivan's hands are frantic as he yanks off his shirt, revealing the smooth, flawless skin of his chest. My breath catches, and for a moment, I just stare, drinking him in.

"Come on," he says, his voice laced with impatience, and his fingers move to unbutton my shirt. He works with surprising speed, the fabric falling away in seconds.

His hands brush against my skin, and I groan at the sensation, but he's not done. Before I can catch my breath, Ivan's hands move to my belt, unbuckling it with quick, deft movements.

I barely have time to process before he grabs me by the collar and pulls me down for another kiss, this one even hotter, more desperate than before. His lips crash against mine, and I lose myself in the taste of him, my hands roaming over his bare skin, tracing the curve of his waist, the line of his spine.

I press him back against the bed, my body covering his as I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of longing and desire into it. The world outside ceases to exist—there's only Ivan, his scent, his touch, his warmth.

I slide my hand up Ivan's chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my palm. My fingers find his nipples, pinching them lightly, and the way he squirms under me, his back arching, sends a thrill straight through me. His soft, breathless moans are like music to my ears, and I can't help the predatory grin that spreads across my face.

My hand trails lower, over the soft dip of his stomach, until it reaches the waistband of his shorts. I tug them aside, expecting some barrier, but instead, I'm met with nothing. No underwear.

I groan, leaning down to kiss his neck, sucking lightly on the tender skin. "No underwear?" I rasp, my voice thick with desire.

Ivan's breath hitches, and he lets out a soft, nervous laugh. "I was kinda hoping…" he murmurs, trailing off as his words are replaced by a sharp inhale when I wrap my hand around his smaller length.

He gasps, his back arching beautifully beneath me as I let my hand wander lower, feeling the slickness there. He's drenched, warm, and ready, and the realization nearly undoes me.

I move quickly, unbuckling my pants and pushing them down just enough to free myself. The throbbing ache of my own arousal is almost unbearable, and when I position myself against him, shifting his shorts further aside, the contact sends a jolt through both of us.

We gasp in unison, the raw sensation of skin against skin almost too much to bear.

"Zander," Ivan whispers, his voice trembling, and the way he says my name sends a rush of pride and possessiveness through me.

"Don't worry," I murmur against his ear, my voice low and soothing. "I'm not going all the way. I just… I just really need to take the edge off."

I press against him, moving slowly at first, the friction so exquisite it makes my head spin. The heat of his body, the way he responds to every touch, every movement, is intoxicating.

The contact is maddening, the kind of pleasure that blurs the lines between satisfaction and torment. The fact that with one slip, one thoughtless movement, I could be inside him—inside the one place that I know feels like home l—makes it even more insane.

I move harder, faster, my hips grinding against him as I savor every bit of the friction. His smaller arousal presses against mine, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Ivan's moans mix with mine, filling the room as we lose ourselves in the moment.

"Zander…" he breathes again, his voice filled with longing, and I know I'm completely undone. My body, my mind, my soul—it all belongs to him.