Forbidden Love With the Marine by Burke, Dez (best books to read in your 20s txt) 📕

thrust, every smack of his groin against her. Rugged, hungry sounds were torn from his throat as she finally started to ripple around him, her spongy

muscles spasming and triggering a rapturous release from Ivan that matched her own. Olivia’s body

jerked beneath him as she kept gasping out his name.

Ivan held himself deep inside her until the very last shudder, and until every last ounce of his

cum was deposited within her snug heat. He could feel her kissing his face as his body collapsed on top of hers. And yet even as he was swept up with emotions that astounded even him, Ivan knew in his heart that he had just made a grave mistake. And it was up to him to ensure that he put things right by making sure this never happened again…

Chapter Eight

Just after the first time, when he’d carefully been smoothing a fresh, cooling wash cloth over

her inner thighs…she’d pulled him up to her soft, quivering body, and begged to be taken again.

Against his better judgment, Ivan had obliged with a zeal that had seemed to surprise and yet

excite Olivia all the more. She’d moaned in delight beneath him as he inched his ready hardness

slowly into her newly-breached walls and sank in deep to the balls. Her heels were pressed into his butt cheeks which clenched with every consequent thrust.

Being inside her honeyed sheathe once again brought out the feral hunger within him; an

earnestness to possess her in totality almost made his brain go blank. All that existed at that moment was her tight, moist ring of heat wrapped around his hard, thickened cock. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and Ivan gritted his teeth as he fought off the urge to start slamming in and out of her.

This time, he’d take it slow…make it last. Take it to multi-levels of bliss…for both of them.

He had ground in slowly with deep, measured thrusts, and each time he plunged, she moaned so

long and deeply that the sound seemed to vibrate right through her, causing his balls to tighten and throb with intensified arousal. He had tortured himself with every long-drawn out stroke, knowing he wanted to pound her so deep she’d feel him in her very depths. It had taken all his willpower to keep up the gentle pace when she was so welcoming in her warmth and moistness.

“Oh, Ivan…you’re so big. And hard…and… oh,” Olivia had let out on a shuddery sigh as he’d rocked his hips at just that angle she liked. Already, he could read her body like a book. Anticipated her needs even before she expressed them. Sensed when she was reaching her plateau – and readied

to push her over the threshold.

But this time, he held back for as long as he could; wanted to make this coupling even more

memorable and exciting than the first time. He felt sure he did. In the end, she seemed to climax even harder than she had just an hour ago. But he couldn’t tell for sure because he’d been too busy tumbling headlong into his own astounding release.

“Olivia,” Ivan whispered in a gruff voice, clasping her nipple roughly in his mouth as his hips suddenly bucked with heedless force. He tried to hold back, but couldn’t. He couldn’t think straight when he was inside her; not when she pulsed so sweetly around his invading shaft.

“Oh, yes…faster,” Olivia moaned, straining off the bed to meet his hungered thrusts. “Fuck me

harder. Uhhh…you feel so good inside me. Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close…”

If she’d wanted to drive him round the bend with those words, she succeeded. Ivan let out an

animal groan and then ramped up the speed and depths of his thrusts – making her cry out with

ecstasy. She grabbed tufts of his hair and dragged his face up so that their lips could clash in a moist, merging kiss. He rumbled deep in his throat with pleasure, feeling the tide rise higher in his surging loins.

He could sense that familiar clasp and clench of her walls around his cock as he stroked in and

out of her. Sucking hard on her dancing tongue, he slammed harder, his hips rocking faster than ever before. Olivia’s mouth tore from his as she let out a shrill cry, her fingers digging into his pumping ass. They erupted together in a rush of thrusts and groans, the air filling with their mingling sounds of gratification.

Ivan had felt the same stab of guilt as before as he came down from the tumultuous heights. His

brain cleared of the mist that was Olivia and he knew, even as he hated himself for it, that he would take her again before the night was through. So long as she stayed right next to him, he would never be able to resist the enticing heat and softness of her body. And God help him; each time she turned into his arms and kissed him, he reached down to find her wet and willing.

Always.

It drove him insane.

Ivan swore that it would only be this one night. He couldn’t let this continue. He’d made the

unforgivable error already but it wasn’t one he intended to repeat. Olivia would have to stay away from him – and he’d better stay the hell away from Olivia. Either way, they had to end it right at the beginning before it spiraled out of their control.

It broke his heart when he had to tell her; he was as firm as he could be even when she argued

and cried and swore.

I’m sorry I let this happen, Olivia. But we can’t do this again.

He said the words and was going to make sure he meant them. No matter how much it seemed

like he was hurting her now, it was better this way. He told himself this even as his very soul

wrenched to give her up. He’d done his best to explain to her why they couldn’t let this go any further.

They both had to forget it had ever happened to prevent